Recently, I have found myself in a very special space, that I personally called “accelerated expansion“. I have so many new ideas that I can’t write fast enough to put them down on paper. And I’ve been extremely sensitive to those things that don’t make me happy anymore. It feels like my body is cooperating with my soul, making it physically very difficult to do everything that may be called joyless.
When I do what I love (writing, blogging, book marketing, photography, hosting my radio show…), my emotions can be described only as “Ecstatic Joy“. I’m sure you know the feeling. You’re submerged in the depth of your creativity, everything just flows, and hours pass without you noticing. Although others might think you’re working hard, you’re not tired at all. You don’t have to eat, sleep or go to the bathroom, and the world could come crashing down without you noticing (or caring).
On the other hand, when I don’t do something I love (or when I do something I love a little bit less), not only do I lose that magical feeling of Ecstatic Joy, I get physically sick. My back hurts, my stomach is upset, I get severe headaches, and my health is all over the place. As soon as I finish the dreadful task, my health is almost magically restored, my energy levels go back, and I stop craving sugar. (And believe it or not, it shows up even in my blood tests that I need to get done regularly to keep my autoimmune issues under control.)
Ecstatic Joy has become my inner success compass, and its voice has recently become so strong that I can no longer ignore it. If I try to, it knocks me out, literally. Therefore, I have decided to simply listen to it. Right now, I’m in the process of wrapping up my two businesses, tying up loose ends and throwing myself completely into the arms of Ecstatic Joy.
Am I scared? Yes. I’m petrified. But at the same time I’m incredibly excited, and I know deep inside that this is the right thing to do. I’m taking the leap. I know I must, because my inner compass is just too loud to ignore.
What about you, fellow writers? What does your inner compass feel like? What does it tell you? Do you listen to it, or do you ignore it?