Hola gorgeous goddess!!!
So you’ve been riding wild donkeys, creating up a magical storm, making your dreams come true. Working those beautiful fingers of yours until they were calloused, eyes red rimmed & weary.
What to do next?
How on earth do you keep your creative well filled so you can get inspired again & create even more?
I’m kinda an expert on this one.
I create a LOT of stuff.
I’ve also burnt myself out – to a thin salty crisp.
Having been there and eaten that very sucky enchilada, I am 100% sure I’m na-na-never going to do it to myself again.
How to replenish the well
Enter Leonie’s extreme attentiveness to her creative (& soul’s) well & how to replenish it.
You might be expecting my list of self care to look a little something like this:
- Take a deep breath (or 4 bazillion)
- Long baths in lavender scented waters & Himalayan crystal salt (harvested only by monks OF COURSE)
- Elaborate ritual requiring the nads of a rare tropical bird and the collected sweat-dew from a virgin man.
My god I’m silly today. Anyways. I’m sitting here in an Irish pub pissing myself laughing.
SO! Let’s continue!!!
What do I do when I run out of those dang bird ands & willing crystal salt monk miners?
(are you ready for this?)
You’ve done your work. That’s great.
And there’s more to do… but right now?
It’s brain-holiday time. Before you start frying yourself.
Time to de-marinate. Give your brain cells a rest.
Stop everything that makes sense.
And do something ridiculously, gloriously off centre.
So the thing on my to-do list?
I read one terrible (but wonderful, you know how it is) chick lit book every weekend.
I might be a soulful goddess with a bookcase filled with every new age book under the sun… but when it comes to a mind break?
I read the trashiest that our local little woodthatched library has to offer. Chick lit novels that never waver from the scent of predictability, blandly magical kid’s movies and – oh yes – Mills & Boon. The perfect of mind switch.
The last one I read?
I can’t believe I’m admitting this publicly, but you won’t tell anyone right? We is goddess sisters! We keep our secrets!
“Greek Husband, Otherworldly Wife.”
Resplendent with EXACTLY the image you imagine in your mind. Shirtless olive Fabio clutching woman who is apparently standing in cyclone as evidenced by the windswept nature of hair.
Let’s take a moment to imagine it…
or longer than a moment. (Take whatever time you need, sweetheart *winky wink!*)
I guffawed and chuckled and sniffled and gigglesnorted through the whole thing.
It’s absolutely NOT what I “should” be doing… and yet… it’s perfect. It’s just the perfect amount of silly + giggles + gushing that this sweet soul of mine needs.
It was the equivalent of a Hawaii beach holiday glugging down pineapple margaritas.
Oddly refreshing and strangely satisying.
So here it is. Monday. And I’m sitting in the pub (the only place open on this public holiday), writing you very silly love letters… precisely because my well is full again.
Want to know the wisdom I’m trying to impart in 3.4 seconds?
Give yourself a mind holiday, darling. Go to the Caribbean. What can you do to slurp down a mango slushie & lounge in the tropical sun for your brain?
You can be as dull and sloth-like as you like. You are the boss of your own well darling. You can experiment with what fills you. It doesn’t have to LOOK sacred. It only needs to be whatever it is you need right now.
Even when that means an olive Fabio.
BRAIN HOLIDAY TIME!!!
love you long time,
This is me. Having a brain holiday. YAY!!!!
Aren’t visuals fun?