Resistance

Where do you feel it?

I was sitting at the kitchen table to begin writing with my writing group when I was finding it hard to concentrate. My children were in the living room playing with their stuffed animals. They do this most mornings and I generally have no problem tuning them out. I wasn’t able to this morning.

The more I tried the more I just stared at the computer. I just couldn’t start writing with the noise their laughter, and shrieks. And I was beating myself up about it. Why can’t you focus, what is the big deal they are having fun. I could feel my entire body tensing up. Instead of sitting there, I changed my situation. I will write in a different room this morning. For some reason, today I need silence to get my brain juice following.

No problem and such a simple fix, yet it took me 20 minutes to make a change. This made me think about other areas in my life. Where do I hang on for too long when it isn’t working or when do I decide to pivot or take a different path instead of forcing it.

I’m noticing and getting better at listening to my body, mind, and kind inner voice. It’s a daily practice. I don’t have to beat myself up. I can change and pivot. It doesn’t mean I’m not worthy or good enough.

Today’s poem was inspired by my children.

Where are you feeling resistance?

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Poem of the day

Silence for Creation

The kids are playing a game
Their voices shrieking- is that the aim?
Screaming with their stuffed animals
Running around the room
I know they are having fun
Yet I can’t get anything done

They laugh and shout
Oh what amusement without a doubt
But I can’t focus on writing a poem
I just want to write one poem
It’s driving me nuts that I need quiet for this
That is difficult with two kids

They are having fun and
Using their imagination
I’m trying to do the same
Yet I need silence for creation

I give it one more go
Yet their yells get louder
I can’t even think straight
Why am I so bothered?

I’ll write in another room
That’s an idea
Why didn’t I think of that
20 minutes ago
Who knows, sometimes I’m just slow

I shut the door
Dive into my chair
The noise has ceased
I can now begin my writing piece