#502 Let me do this my way

Some days I have ten ideas to write about. Some days, zero.

But when I lack ideas to write about, the ideas aren’t really gone. I’m in a scarcity state: my brain chemistry prevents me from accessing the insights.

When I feel lonely, friends and family I can connect with aren’t really gone. I’m in a scarcity state: my brain chemistry prevents me from connecting with them.

Scarcity is like pollution.

When noise pollution of cars, planes and construction machines drown out the singing of the birds, the birds aren’t really gone. I just can’t hear them.

When light pollution drowns out the stars, they’re not really gone. I just can’t see them.

So how do I get out of scarcity? How do I reduce pollution?

Here’s what works for me:

Notice I’m in scarcity mode. Then move. Meditate. Do stream-of-consciousness journaling.

Then find a place where I hear the birds.
Find a place where I can see the stars.
Write anyway.
And connect with friends and family anyway.