There is something in me that is starting to unfold. At times, I feel as if there is a novel waiting to be written by me, or a short story or a play. Something. These thoughts come in flashes. It's the muse, (my muse?) whispering past me or through me. I am alert but rarely take action. If I do decide to write something, I know it will be quick. I will have to sit and write it all out, at once. This is how good writing comes to me. In flashes.
I have a friends tell me they enjoy receiving my letters. That I am funny. I do like to write. As an introvert, it's the most supreme way of communicating for me. My husband, an Extrovert, dislikes the hand written letters from me. He considers them impersonal. He would rather I talk things out with him. He's a talker and I am too to a degree. I believe I am more of a debater though. I prefer to make my "point" or provide context so that I am not misunderstood. At times, this comes across as self righteous and I am really working on that. It's important to hold space for our loved ones, to make them feel heard and seen in a way that's comfortable for them. Likewise, they need to do the same for us.
Pay attention to the whispers. Pay attention to the tiny inklings that may come in flashes or fleeting thoughts. This is the muse, trying to make herself known.
I believe that we all have it in us to adjust life in a way that creates both flexibility and opportunities. I am striving to be more aware... so that next time, I can recognize the muse as she comes, instead of realizing that she's just left.
Christian Marie Herron, is Story Mentor and Creative Consultant for entrepreneurs, thinkers and creatives.