After a while, I realized when I allow myself to be empty and still, I don’t stay that way–well-being inevitably follows, and inspiration follows that well-being.
As I began to accept the idea that well-being is my default state, I also began to accept the related premise that this same well-being alchemizes thoughts and emotions into something positive and productive. I like to think of it as a gentler Mr. Wolf from Pulp Fiction–he’s on the motherfucker. I might take some cues here and there, but for the most part, I’ll try and let him run the show.
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