Just notice.

Notice the impulse to create. Notice the desire to hold onto it and act on that impulse. Notice the fear that if you do not act, you will never have another idea as good as that one. Notice the fatigue when you consider sitting down to create. Notice how the fatigue fades when you tell yourself you still have time to create later. Notice the fear that this is actually a lie.

Notice the impulse to reach out, to make contact. Notice the fear that in doing so, you are making a mistake. Notice the internal dialog that follows the impulse. Notice how the dialog changes when you write the email, add more personal bits, erase the personal bits. Notice the holding back, the feeling of withdrawl. Notice the uncertainty in that what you are doing is right. Notice how you doubt you know what is right. Notice the small voice trying to reassert that yes, you do know what is the right course. That you are on that course.

Just notice. Notice them all arise and fall.

Do nothing.

Hear a song on the iPod, coming up at random. Notice the wave of emotion. Notice how numb you have been the last hour.

Write this blog entry.


"Genius (Never Came Through)"
by Duncan Sheik

Clearly I'm a genius
If she only knew it
but somewhere in her radius
I really blew it
I know, I know what I said to her
and I know what I did
What I don't know is how I could ever be
so incredibly stupid

[CHORUS:]

(you don't really need to know every last detail.
Its hardly worth telling
suffice to say I said that I would be there
i never came through)

Maybe I'm a genius and
she just don't see it
I fronted,
I should have admitted,
she saw right through it
I never thought that I could be
so underhanded.
somehow I've cornered the market on
the double standard

[CHORUS]

For this act of genius
and so many others
I know I should apologize
and see how it goes

what am I waiting for?
come on, come on, come on, come on

sha la la la la la sha la la la la la la la

to all of the geniuses..