I was listening to CBC’s Tapestry today and they were talking about philosophy. Something that the guest said struck me – that when hockey players are making that great play they aren’t thinking about that great play. They aren’t thinking about the end or themselves or being great, they are just doing.
I started to think about where I am when I lose myself, and the answer was quite simple.
On Saturday night I finished my #NaNoWriMo novel – 50,013 words in a story that surprised me all the way through. It’s been a while since I’ve sat down to write and been carried away to the point that my characters start doing things I didn’t expect (like coming out of the closet and dying in this particular story) and it felt really, really good.
I love typing without thinking, I love putting pen to paper – which is where this story started – and just writing.
I think the simple answer to your happiness is doing what draws you in to the point when you’re not thinking about what you’re doing, you’re just doing it.
I lose myself when I writing, when I’m walking and listening to music. Sometimes when I’m at work I lose myself in the data I’m collecting or the news I’m watching. And when I think about my baby, and spend time reading to her or playing with her, I lose track of time.
I’m going to spend more time focused on those things.