I’ve had what people in the industry call “writers block” for a few weeks. I’ve spent hours sitting in front my laptop staring at the blinking curser. I’ve peered within the shiny screen as though the answers will reveal themselves from deep within my soul. A profound thought will spring from the screen and I will know what to say that will change the world. I got nothing, nada, zip, zilch. This morning I tried again, I sat down with my breakfast to start my ritual of ultimate failure: sit up straight, fingers poised on the keypad ready to work their magic, breathe deeply and evenly, and stare – but all I could think about was that darned plate of poached eggs and the steaming cup of coffee next me. I love poached eggs. My profound thought of the day. Yep, I’m a deep thinker.
But it dawned on me that the lesson here is not about the profundity in which I’m seriously lacking this summer, it’s the simplicity that I’m missing. Right now, I am sitting outside on a patio that overlooks the Garden of the Gods with a beautifully appointed tray of delicious food, which, I might add, I did not have to prepare or clean (the blessings of room service) and I’m stressing about finding something important to say. What?!?! The importance of this morning is not in the deep things that I think I can spill out onto the 25 people who are going to read this blog (my mom is included in that number, hi Mom). The lesson is enjoying this moment I’ve been given. How often do we rush through life trying to find the meaning in it all, when it’s right in front of us? Sitting on a tray waiting to be noticed.
So I challenge you to stop looking for the answers to your questions, you’re not asking the right ones. Stop asking and start appreciating what is right in front of you. The little gifts of things that you love are all around you.
Scholar Spotlight – Rian
Rian had visual hallucinations all his life. Starting at the age of 5, although they were very disturbing, he thought everyone saw them. He never told anyone because he didn’t know it was abnormal. That was until middle school, when his hallucinations began to manifest into debilitating experiences, leading to worrisome self-harming and suicidal behaviors. […]