A few days ago, I got six pieces of news ranging from good to exceptional, and one piece of bad news. Of the good news were well wishes, opportunities, advice, and connections from people I care about. The bad news was almost trivial and there isn't much I could do about it.
Today I was out for a run in the park when it started raining hard. It's rainy season in Vietnam, and it came down pouring. After a minute, I gave up trying to stay dry, and enjoyed my run in the rain. I was enjoying it, mostly having my mind turned off and enjoying the audio I was listening to - a really wonderful story called "The Greatest Salesman in the World" by a guy named Og Mandino. Really a beautiful piece to listen to, read by its author 30 years after he wrote the book.
And yet, that damn bad news comes back to mind! What is this? I have so many opportunities I could think of, jump upon. I could create, produce, serve, connect, relax, enjoy, train - the whole world is open before me, and I think of trivial shit that I can't change.
I'm going to willpower this off of my mind. Being human is a strange thing.
"Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here." -- Inscription on the Gates of Hell, Dante Alighieri's "Inferno"
The worthy detour? I think I've got a formula for "High Creative Mode"... just it's not particularly consistently effective yet, and it's playing a pretty high stakes game. On Day Seventeen, I made my first crack at applying it, and had an incredible day. I wrote a 5000-word piece, that after editing and getting the ending right, I think could be amazingly fantastic. Just writing it was a joy.
Following from that, I was walking on air for the rest of the day.
In Day Eighteen, I attempted the same thing, and fell short. This was maddening, and the whole day was aggravating. I think I've got a rough formula for High Creative Mode, but it doesn't produce 100% results. And when it fails, it's pretty ugly, at least so far.
I kept detailed notes on both days, much more fleshed out than usual. There's more stream-of-consciousness. They're... honestly, a little weird. You can evaluate for yourself:
For those of you who haven't read or seen anything Harry Potter, a couple of things... 1. The title of my blog may not make a bit of sense. 2. Harry Potter is awesome...read it as soon as you can then come back to this point of this post.
For the rest of us Harry Potter nerds, we all know what purpose owls serve in the wizarding world. They're postal workers. In the first book, a piece of mail turns Harry's world upside down. He discovered, despite his narrow minded Muggle uncle and aunt's attempt to bury it, the truth about himself. He's a wizard. And he's invited to be a part of a whole new place. Live a whole new life. Have a new home.
Harry had a suspicion that there was something more. That there were things about him that didn't fit with the life he was being dealt. This news was good news. And after hearing it, he never looked back.
I think God sends us owls with good news. He wants us to hear that news, embrace who we are because of that news, and never look back.
I want to live every day in anticipation of these owls. With my window open and my eyes searching the skies. So often I pull Vernon Dursleys and board myself up or run away to a pathetic shack on a deserted island and miss the good news God wants to remind me of every day.