Over the weekend, I planned out a couple of creative projects to work on over the next few months. I woke up this morning jazzed about bringing them to life but as the day pressed on, I became discouraged. My creative flow seemed to evaporate into the world around me.
In a state of utter frustration, I had a silent conversation with the Universe that went a little something like this - I don't know what you want from me!? Our relationship is manic, you give me great ideas and in a manner of moments all inspiration is gone. Empty. Frankly, I am tired of being empty. When I get home tonight, I am going to sit. Simply sit, in silence.
Tonight, I was on my way home from French lessons, on the bus I sat next to gentlemen who smelled like a distillery. We began talking, actually, he began talking to me. Asking me a bunch of rapid fire questions, in the mist of answers I began telling him about my ideas and my frustrations. One I was done with my monologue.
There was a long pause.
He held up his arm, "you see this?" He shoves his arm in my face.
"These are goosebumps. You have a special connection to the heartbeat of society. You have to use your artistic visions. Now, I am not trying to be all philosophical but I am speaking the truth. Most people get caught up in the cycle of the mundane. Us visionaries are destined for a different life. Not that we are any better everyone else but we've simply made different choices. You've found your talent. Now find your tribe."
I sat for a moment stunned - speechless, humbled.
I thanked Tom (that is his name). Told him to have a great evening. His witty reply, "I already have..."
The moment I walked in the door, I took my first 'action step' to bring my project into reality.
As I work away - I think, how poetic that guidance was delivered in the form of harmless drunken sage on a bus......