A pocket full of ideas

My oldest daughter is always picking up stones, sticks, flowers, little beads and whatever she finds outside. She will give them to me while saying: “mommy here is a present for you, look how pretty it is”. I smile and give her a hug and put them in my pocket. For the past 6-8 months I have been brainstorming about what to do with my work life. Many ideas have come to my head, but for some reason I have never been able to pick one. Having discovered, that I want to write, even more thoughts spring to mind. Where to start? What happens when your thoughts take over and you feel like it’s hard “just to follow your intuition?” Is it due to being scared of making the wrong decision? Fear of failing? My own insecurity?

Happy to receive presents from my first born, but without knowing what to do with them, I find the pile getting bigger and bigger. Not wanting to get ride of them completely, I think about which ones to get rid of and which ones to keep. But somehow I can’t decide, which results in more and more things. Just like my ideas. Too many ideas and too overwhelming.

Today as I was driving in my car I found myself flicking through the radio stations (I do that a lot – both driving and trying to find the right music to fit the mood I’m in) in the attempt to find the perfect song that will make the traffic somehow a bit more tolerable. Today radio stations, that I have never seen or heard before, kept popping up on the display. There must have been at least 5 more stations. All completely new to me. What is going on? (must be another example of 1,2,3 listen 🙂 ).

I started to see the connection. Too many things, ideas and songs make it very difficult to choose. Which one do you prefer? How do you know where to start? If you want to make writing into a business, you must plan right? Or can you simply trust to be guided along? And then a thought (that I have been thinking about for quite some time now) kept wanting to take control. I smiled. OK I’ll go with it. I realise, that I want to tell stories. Not just my own, but others too. While thinking about the person, of whom’s story I want to tell, investigate, reflect on, a message from her showed up on my phone. I smiled. No more doubts. No further questions. My inner voice has spoken. Have picked out the idea. 1,2,3 go!