Endless and effortless collaboration on the story of life…

There are words.

And sentences.

And paragraphs.

And pages.

And chapters of our story…

that are written by us.

Read carefully, and we will see that the pen of someone else’s hand is putting many words in place–especially key moments of drastic shift and change.

Their handwriting, their fingerprints, their influence are all over our pages.

And, while we think we are writing our own story without consequence to others, we are actually shifting and changing and writing theirs as well. Our handwriting and fingerprints and influence are all over their pages.

Art begets art. Life begets life. Story begets story. It’s impossible to live a silent and impact-free life. And it’s impossible not to be impacted by others. Life is one big collaboration. The story will go well for us if we keep an open mindset of cooperation.

I woke up re-reading the current page of my life–with relationships and phone calls and prayers and ideas that shift and turn my story. I feel both powerful and powerless, at the same time.

But one thing I’m thankful for, I’ve got a few great writers in my life. And I want their words on my pages.

Do you have any great writers in your life? And are you giving them room to write some of your story? And who’s story are you helping write right now?

Great art rarely happens by accident. And neither do great stories.

 

If you’re going to have a jump-start routine, get one that’s unbreakable.

After a wild weekend, of my Granny’s 80th birthday party and my nieces’ drool all over me and a stomach churning hot Sunday morning outdoors, I slept a bit late this morning.

It happens.

I eventually rolled out of bed eager to get my morning routine going, which centers around an unapologetic cup of coffee. And something to write on/with/about. And a bit of quiet at our banquette.

I’ve flirted with this routine for a few months now and didn’t realize it’s importance until this morning.

My coffee-maker was distaster stricken. Unbearably unusable. So, no coffee for me. Ok. That’s fine. I can get creative and get moving without this bit of the routine.

But I never sat down to my kitchen table to do my creative writing and reflection.

And I never even ate breakfast, except for a piece of Granny’s sour cream poundcake, which she knows I love so much that she only sends me home with a fraction of a whole pound and strictly warns me that if I don’t share with Drew it’ll make me fat. Yes. That’s my Granny.

Granny’s voice is echoing in my head. And my eagerness to jump-start my right brain and get some serious creativity flowing on this Music Monday was at a near stand-still by 10am.

So what do I do? I go to the local grocery store and grab a 4-pack of Starbucks Mochas and some salad and salsa and hummus and declare this day to be healthy and lively and full of potential just waiting to be met.

I come home absolutely convinced of the importance of having a creative routine, type this out to remind you and me both, and then hit publish.

And yes, you know it, go sit in my kitchen and sip mocha and write.

Good morning, blog-world. Go get you a fierce morning routine and work it. Rule it. Live it.