January 2nd, 2018
It’s not an accident that my first blog of the year is addressing something I find hard to comprehend or exercise control over.
I have a lot of plans for this year and a lot up in the air, making some music videos, getting some shows booked, developing a multimedia approach for some of my music, on top of trying to stay focussed and engaged in social media, while continuing to write songs and a semi regular blog. I am not complaining, at all. Not about the plans, I might complain a little, if pressed, about this feeling of inertia that seems to bind my feet and mind.
Inertia, one definition states that it is a tendency to do nothing or remain unchanged.
Sounds like a horrible fate when read off the page like that.
It seems like the opposite of action, or the opposite of even thinking about an action.
If it had a mind of its own, when would it start, when would it spread its wings, exert its influence?
It doesn’t need to, it just is.
Like it is waiting for the kind of awareness that leads to enough. Would dissatisfaction be enough? Enough enough to create action.
It isn’t waiting for anything, clearly.
Maybe I am, waiting.
Waiting to experience enlightenment. Waiting to apply everything I’ve ever learned in every self-help book, course or seminar I’ve ever read or attended.
Awareness isn’t enough.
Dragging a physics lesson from memory that goes something like this, a body in motion will stay in motion unless acted upon by an external force.
So, action isn’t it. We can be in action and resistant to change at the same time.
Merrily behaving the same way, doing the same things and getting the same outcome.
If I say I’d like more people to hear my music, read my blogs, experience a live show, what stops me from consistently doing what I need to do to get that done?
A small, niggling part of me thinks it is fear and concern over what others may think or not think about my creations or my efforts at getting my creations heard and seen. Tiresome.
I can recognize inertia and I can be with it and accept it, acknowledge it and even revel in it. And I can move on.
It’s all about choice.