Often, I’ll start writing something and the words morph into something completely different. I may start with an idea, but equally it could be the exact opposite; a trying to, a luring out, a conjuring forth the idea that’s waiting to be found.
If I start thinking that I know exactly what it is I want to say, the words rebel against the tightness. They flatten their roundness into corners, hide under piles of washing, disguise themselves as unwashed clothes.
It’s the taking of the action that allows the next step to appear. The word that follows can’t appear before the word before it has arrived. A daisy chain of language, an orderly queue of words holding hands into the future.
If you are wondering why I am writing about words here, the truth of the matter is this does not hold true for words alone. It’s actually the same for everything. As I just said:
It’s the taking of the action that allows the next step to appear.
Spend too long in your head and all you breed are little thought family imaginings. Some good, some not so good. It’s likely some truly terrible ones exist there too.
If you take an action and what are you left with? More information. The next step forward is illuminated. You should do this or not do that. You should talk to this person or seek out someone to get some help. All actions in their different shapes and colours.
The other art form? When you take the action, be careful not to judge it. Judging ourselves harshly sees us cycle back to point we talked about before. The stuck in your own head-ness. The overwhelm and confusion. The stewing and the wondering what’s the point.
So, if you get confused remember:
There is power in decision.
Possibility always exists to change your course of action.
The magic is in the action that allows the next step to appear.
Onwards,
Jane
