My life’s work

“Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us.”

Steven Pressfield, The War of Art

It’s taken me a long time to arrive at this point. Some would say a lifetime; but ever since I first had the insight about awakening the genius within, I’ve come to realise that it’s as much a metaphor for me as everyone else.

My thesis is simple. To become what we truly are. Not to live out our lives defined by a job title or career, but to follow our heart and do the one thing, above all else, that we’re called to do.

Do you know your calling?

For a long while, I though mine was to serve. To serve others. But I now understand that that’s secondary in importance to serving the muse. That means following my creative bent, and expressing myself as writer, poet and speaker.

If social media was the key to revealing this insight, then what comes after will be my canvass. This isn’t about making predictions, or outlandish statements but rather to do the ‘work’ each and every day.

In the past I might have felt the urge to open up and share my journey but to do so now would be a betrayal of those forces whose support I’ve come to rely upon. Much the same as when I published my first book of poetry, I’m content to allow the work to speak for itself.

This isn’t me calling time on anything, but it does mean that to beat Resistance I need to immerse myself in the work like no other time in my life. If that means days of inactivity online then so be it.

I’ve found a cadence around the early mornings and evenings that works for me, and I intend to stick to it. I figure if I can get three hours of quality writing done each day, allowing for my other commitments, that I will achieve the breakthrough that has, for a long time, eluded me.

Right now I sense that the veil that I’ve lifted on my Self could be shut tight at any moment, particularly if I don’t respect the creative instinct. For a long while I fooled myself into believing that spending time on social media was a substitute, but it’s not. It’s merely playing into Resistance’s hands. I still intend to share a daily thought on Audioboo, blog at least once a week and write a poem every day. But beyond that don’t expect much else.

I’ve no idea when I intend to emerge from this self-enforced exile but all I know is that if I don’t change my pattern of working nothing of substance will emerge.

– Julian

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