Impromptu writing, whatever comes...on writing or whatever the question of the day is.
|In the occupational world, they say good followers make better leaders. I guess I am neither, but I am good at following my own bliss, which is doing what I like to do, which doesn't mean any dangerous and childish thing that can hurt me or others.
I guess if I were to make a routine list, it would start with checking into WdC every day and my e-mail, attending to the needs of my home and family (to a certain degree), keeping up with how my sons and my extended family are doing, my reading, watering a few odd plant pots, and the regular stuff we all like do, like checking our bank accounts, brushing teeth, showering etc. Any other thing is haphazard following, which cannot be described as following per se, as it depends on whether I want to do it or not at that given moment.
After reading what I just wrote in the paragraph above, I guess I'll go with what Joseph Campbell said, because following my bliss fits with who I am the most.
He said, "If you do follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. Follow your bliss and don't be afraid, and doors will open where you didn't know they were going to be."
Nowadays, I don't fight against the flow of things, and I even avoid arguments when I can. I do, however, decide on stuff when I have to and follow through my decisions. Since, if I have promised myself or someone else something, I must act on it, as a promise is a promise.
In any case, to follow my bliss, I first listen to my insides--call it heart if you wish. If I feel joy and excitement for any possibility of action, idea, or opportunity inside me, I then act on it, and if I can, I share the experience with whoever wishes to know of it.
So far so good for my modus operandi. But then Joseph Campbell also said, ""Where you stumble and fall, there you will find gold."
Come to think of it, with all my stumbling, I should be King Midas, but then, who wants golden donkey ears? Yet, what is considered gold is most likely not my understanding of gold, for I am quite happy with my falling, if it happens as the result of following my bliss, since at each fall, from where I have landed, I watch the ground, the soil, and the busy ants living their lives, and if I haven't broken my pen during all those falls, then maybe I can write about those things.
Prompt for Monday: Tell us about something you follow. (Interpret this anyway that grooves your noodle)