Rooted Work
Do you ever have seasons where you are so invested in your work, that everything else sort of whirs by the edges?
Middle of the night, up with a sick child, I was thinking about how these times of focused work can be both exhilarating and consuming.
Being in a flow of creative energy is one of my favorite parts of being alive, while it also takes up all the air in the room.
Every time I’m in the zone of doing work I’m stoked about, the feeling is gratefulness. I forget everything around me. It feels like I’m channeling something direct, like tapping into the root of the tallest redwood.
Leaning into this mysterious trance is how I approach it, but there is part of me that knows once the season is over, I will look around and see the messy edges. The neglected bits of life collected on the sides of my artistic highway.
Will the work produced look like shining treasure? Will the unease be satisfied?
Most often, the work is shared and released, given over to a new owner. And the whole cycle begins again…
Angst and Discomfort and Inspiration and the Work and then Deliverance and back to the start.
Reporting live from The Work.
Where are you?
Be well✨