One day after speaking with my “business trustees” and “backers,” I was charting my business plans on my “Parking Lot” strategy worksheet, when it hit me. I’m a writer. Saying it was, in tandem, new and familiar and confusing. The forefront of my mind tried to convince. I know I’m a writer. The back of my mind fought back. When’s the last time you wrote?
Then, a funny thing happened. I pushed the “struggle with myself” out of my head long enough to refocus on the task at hand—serial entrepreneurship. I was reaching high on the 10th shelf of my book case for a reference book when the footstool on which I had always stood shook, and I fell—embarrassingly awkward and unnecessarily hard.
Freakishly, as I laid there baffled for at least 20 seconds, Starving Artists Find Food, the first book I wrote, fell off the bookshelf and landed directly onto my head. Twenty seconds later! True story.
Well, there’s a clue. So I opened the book and like magnetic attraction, my eyes zoomed in on a part I’d quoted from the Morgan Freeman movie, Along Came a Spider. “Do what you are.” It was Divine Intervention.
What’s Yours? Don’t you think it’s time you found out what you are? And do you?
Until then,
Live What You Love! I Do!™
