In the book, The E-Myth Revisited: Why Most Small Businesses Don't Work and What to Do About It, Michael E. Gerber uses the wonderful phrase 'Doing it, Doing it, Doing it' to describe the life of a small business owner who (sadly) can't find a way to escape working in the business rather than on the business.
And, rightly or wrongly, for reasons which I'll briefly explain, that's what I feel is happening right now as everyone tries their damndest to cope with and get through the Covid19 pandemic.
Don't worry, this isn't me lashing out at some of (a lot actually) the inanity that's being shared online or the fact that people feel the need to fill their time with a myriad of activity — some very necessary, some not so. No, this is me inviting people to pause, to reflect and most of all to journey within.
Because, from the experience of being knocked off my horse at least twice — once losing a business aged 23 and secondly being hospitalised with a subarachnoid haemorrhage — I can tell you that the best lesson I learnt was, wait for it..., more of the same never works. Oh, it works for a while. But in the end, as the old saw goes: do the same thing, get the same result.
Does this mean, as might appear the case, I'm advocating for my lifestyle or a new paradigm of personal development?
No, not at all.
Instead, as I've said many times, I am advocating for:
meditation — formal or otherwise
deep, spiritual listening, and
most especially of all, prayer.
And, to be clear, I don't mean, necessarily, prayer of the Biblical or religious type; I mean a prayer to the muse, namely, for people to embrace the full depth and import of their creative genius.
See, I'm not all fire and brimstone.
Of course, whether you take these or any of my words to heart is a different matter (I don't have any expectations, honest), but one thing I know from years and years in the frenetic, doing it, doing it, doing it trenches, is you can tell yourself all you like how great you are or how much you've achieved in the outer, largely material world but it won't, or is very unlikely to, open your heart to true self.
Sorry, but that's just the way it is.
Blessings as always.
PS. Today, I'll be working at home on another 50-page legal document but as is my way, I'll spend time slowly walking Alfie (the Sprocker), closing my eyes and listening — where I don't know but most likely on a chair in my office — and I'll make time to hold a space for something ineffable to open my heart and not let that be drowned out by the horror of the current situation and the grief I feel at all those people killed by Covid19.