Have Your Creative Waters Been Poisoned?

I’m American. Well, according to the U.S. Census, I’m Cuban American. Either way though, I’m American. I was born in America. This is my country of birth.
Unlike my parents and their parents who were brought up in a communist country, here in the U.S., I’m totally free to pursue my version of happiness. (As long as it’s not illegal. Then I wouldn’t be free to do much at all.)
The problem with pursuing things like happiness is that sometimes, key word there is sometimes, the underlying force driving that pursuit is a desire for more.
More friends.
More power.
More zeroes added to my yearly salary.
More square footage.
More growth.
More attention.
More subscribers.
More adrenaline.
More gratification.
More space.
More. More. More.
There’s nothing necessarily wrong with more. But more can sometimes cloud our vision.
More can usurp our original intention for a particular pursuit and poison the waters of our creativity and ingenuity and spirituality.
And worst of all, more does a really good job of disguising itself as more benevolent expressions like charity.
And love.
And service.
And commitment.
And goodness.
And romance.
And honor.
And sincerity.
And humor.
And truth.
This week, as you write and design and care for and illustrate and speak, see if you can zero in on what’s propelling you.
Is it a desire for more?
If it is, what more do you want?
After giving yourself a good internal walk through, move some things around in your mental and emotional queue before putting your hand back to the plow.
Shift your intentions around.
Again, wanting more isn’t bad. I want more. One of the reasons I write everyday is because in the back of my mind I hope to find a way for this whole writing thing to get me to a place of “moreness”.
But, just don’t let more cut in line ahead of your virtuousness, is all I’m sayin’.

