Yesterday, I had a coaching session with someone who barely knows me.  She asked me what I was doing to get out of my head and into my creative flow.  I thought I was in my creative flow. I was wrong.  She was right.

I've been doing lots of thinking and not so much feeling and being. Which is a shame, because feeling is at least half of life, if not more. Not feeling, as in high drama.  Feeling, as in "being in the moment". Feeling, as in savoring the little highlights of life that are right in front of me. 

My way of feeling is through writing.  I don't think my way through a blog posting. I feel my way through it. And sadly, I haven't been writing, at least not the stuff that brings me joy, creates meaning, and is deeply satisfying. Photo by Ian Hayhurst

It's the middle of the night. Not being able to sleep, I'm in my home office, exploring Danielle LaPorte's site.  This woman can write. And she does.  I don't write like Danielle, but I know deep inside, the writer in me wants to have the kind of full, creative expression that she role models.

So, I'm making a pledge to myself, to write more, write often, and write so that I can feel what's inside of me, intensely. 

Why? Because as Danielle says,

"What if, first, we got clear on how we actually wanted to feel in our life, and then we laid out our intentions? What
if your most desired feelings consciously informed how you plan your
day, your year, your career, your holidays — your life?"

That's what I'm shooting for—a life built around the things that bring me alive. Stay tuned.