Like most human beings, I forget my own priorities, on a regular basis.
I fuzzify who I am. I mislabel my magic.
I get distracted by the latest vampire-penguin-narwhal-post-apocalyptic-teen-archery trilogy.
I stop asking myself the questions that matter.
Like this one:
“What are you BORED of?”
It’s deceptively simple.
But don’t brush it off.
What I mean is:
“What are you tired of explaining?”
“What are you ‘done’ being / doing / writing / teaching / selling?”
“What are you not-so-stoked to be known for?”
Here’s what I know: when you admit what’s booooooring you, you tend to unveil the opposite, too.
The stuff you’re NOT bored of. The stuff that’s compelling & urgent, exciting & new.
Of course, it takes some guts & grit to admit what you’re bored of, and WHY — especially if it’s (gasp!) central to your identity, your livelihood, your mission, the quest you’ve slaved over, et al.
I’ll be brave. I’ll start:
I’m bored of . . .
: Talking about copywriting, marketing, branding, business, blah-ba-dee-bloo . . . UNLESS it’s woven into a bigger conversation about self-discovery, self-expression, and remembering who you are (see below).
: Elucidating how I created a $1,500 offering and got it booked up till the end of the year. (It’s a good story, but . . . I’m done tellin’ it. For now.)
: My compulsion to capture-wittify-tweet! every ding-dong-dang thing that happens to me.
: Pretending that I want to write a memoir. I just remembered. I don’t. (Right now.)
: Recreational Internet usage.
I’m NOT bored of . . .
: Helping people remember who they are.
: And then, helping people articulate (in words!) what makes them UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE (valuable, necessary, marvelous & more.)
: That lightning bolt feeling that arrives just before an effortlessly uh-mazing piece of writing.
: Vampire-penguin-narwhal-post-apocalyptic-teen-archery trilogies.
: Doing yoga like it’s my JOB.
: Getting surprise parcels in the mail.
: Geeking out over the healing properties of crystals.
: Being entrusted with secrets.
: Being me, in general.
So that’s me.
What’s making you feel apathetic, incurious, jaded, tiresome, world-weary, flaccid & pococurante?
I’d really like to know.
Go ahead — BORE me.