Painful procrastination vs creative incubation:
turns out the difference is trust.
I’ve been pondering my way of doing. I ponder a lot, you see.
That pondering is sometimes the thing I ponder. It’s bananas.
I notice that it takes me a long time to do things. I’m a deep thinker, not an especially fast one.
I need time. I need to plant a seed, then give it time to do the thing it knows how to do – grow.
If I try to hurry myself, push too hard, be faster than I am, my wiring goes funky. I panic. I lose my magic. I make sad faces.
There’s a thing you need to do, so you do something else instead.
That’s procrastination, right?
It’s only procrastination if you spit at yourself while you’re doing it.
Trust that you’ll know whether you’re wallowing in shadow comforts or just giving yourself space.
Trust that you’ll recognise the point at which patience becomes a lie.
Trust that you’ll know what you need to do when the time is right.
Call it creative incubation and be done with it.
Lean into it.
Now watch what happens.
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