20,089
Yesterday I couldn’t help but reflect on that number.
20,089 days.
20,089 days of existing on this planet.
20,089 days of such variety.
There were good days, and bad.
There were easy days, and hard.
There were successful days, and failure.
There were joy-filled days, and sorrow.
There were adventure days, and mundane.
There were healthy days, and sick.
There were intentional days, and carefree.
There were helpful days, and helpless.
There were wild days, and tame.
There were days.
And, there are more days to come.
How many more days?
10,957?
Many of the 20,089 days have been dominated by The Narrator seeking to limit my perception of what is possible.
This voice has been trying to convince me that I am not good enough or less than.
But there is a whisper of a new voice.
Faint gentle sounds.
Encouraging. Inspiring. Calling.
I think I know its name.
It has always been here.
It has tried to break through, but has been overshadowed.
I am trying to hear that voice in the midst of all the other noise.
All the other distractions.
All the past days.
I think I know its name.
Five years ago. A good friend sent me a story for my birthday.
ROOKIE MISTAKE
“I suppose you’ll want me to come back,” she said.
“I’ll clear my calendar,” I said. “Whenever you want to stop by.”
You never say “whenever you want to stop by” to your muse.
In your intoxicated bliss, make sure she adds her next visit to her calendar – in pen.
***
Iain Young didn’t get a good look at his muse. He’s pretty sure he wouldn’t recognize her.
My friend was pointing the way.
The Muse.
My Muse.
Your Muse.
For the next 10,957 (or however many days we have) let’s seek out that other voice.
The inspiring one.
The encouraging one.
The one that reminds you that all work and life is creative.
The one that calls you to more.
The one that reminds you that you can!
The one that says “what is possible?”
I think our Muse wants more appointments with us – in pen!
Carl Weber Consulting 