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Let me ask you a serious question. Are you drinking enough tea? Because January and February require extra tea: I consider it a vital nutrient. If you’re new here, welcome! I’m Katherine North, that’s me in my sweet husband’s office getting my earl grey fix, and this is the Saturday missive, a little love note I send out to the kindred spirits each week. This week we’re asking the question of whether or not you can dare to TRUST YOURSELF.✨
Every now and then, midday, when I am churning my way through my to-do list or between coaching sessions, I’ll feel an enormous wave of sleepiness wash over me. My eyes burn. My lids droop. The urge to lie down is intense– and convincing.
The trouble is, friend, there’s a bed in my office.
(Or you could say, I suppose, that my office is in my bedroom. Semantics.)
So this isn’t just a wave of normal adult midday drowsiness– THIS IS A VERY DANGEROUS PROBLEM.
Because we all know what would happen if I were to lie down, mid-day, on a BED for crying out loud, like a slothful sloth of a sloth.
Destruction, obviously, for starters. I would just sleep forever, never do another hard thing, my business would fall into ruin, and my children would have to cart my sleepy self in the handcart from which they would also beg for scraps.
There just aren’t any other possible outcomes.
Except. Well. I’ll tell you a funny thing. A few times in my life, I have simply given in to that intense urge and lay down on the dangerously tempting bed. And after about 20 minutes, every single damn time, something unexpected happens. Instead of falling into a slumber that lasts 100 years, I am– you will be shocked to hear this– absolutely flooded with a new idea. It’s usually so surprising, so delightful, and so goshdarn interesting that I pop up out of bed and dash to my laptop– all of three feet away– and start pounding away on the keyboard. Sometimes they are small delightful ideas, like an amusing anecdote for the next week’s missive. Sometimes they are tectonic possibilities that will shift the entire way I do my work, like the new Patreon community that is bringing me so much joy and momentum right now.
I know that with all this wildly irresponsible lying down in the middle of the day nonsense, you are deeply worried about the fate of my children. I completely understand.
But miraculously, my children are fine. In fact, not only are they not begging for scraps, they will vehemently protest EVERY vegetable I set before them this evening. I can guarantee it.
And so it was that I came to have a radical thought:
What if my urge to lie down wasn’t a sign of laziness–
WHAT IF IT WAS THE FIRST SIGN THAT I WAS ABOUT TO HAVE A WONDERFUL NEW IDEA???? BUT THE IDEA COULD ONLY COME THROUGH IF I SHUT THE HELL UP AND GOT OUT OF THE WAY????
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