Jules Ritter from Switzerland says:
(jules with her eldest son)
My biggest breakthrough in my morning pages this week has
been the understanding of the ego versus soul/true identity dilemma.
This is my story: I am a journalist/writer returning
to the world of freelancing after many years at home looking after my children.
Last year, following six months of coaching on the Platinum Programme with Suzy,
I managed to fulfil my set goal of breaking into the UK press with a double page
spread in Red magazine followed by two articles published in The Weekend
Telegraph.
Hurrah! Cue
Fireworks!!! Ringing bells!!! Pop open the champagne???!!!
Er…no, not quite.
I was initially elated or possibly it was more a sense of
relief that here, finally, was evidence that I could write, then I just
felt…depleted. I blamed it on exhaustion, the end of the year, so I took a
break over Christmas.
I started the New Year with renewed vigour, getting straight
back on the pitching wagon, setting the heady goal of one publication a month
which, I see now, was the equivalent of placing a loaded gun to my head and even
as I wrote this pledge down, put it on my vision board and said it OUT LOUD to
Suzy over the phone, there was no visceral shift, no surge of energy, no frisson
just a feeling of a wet day at the beach. Suzy surprised me by asking “How
can we make this more enjoyable for you?” The phrase there is no road
to happiness, happiness IS the road, came to mind as I mulled this
over.
I was on the wrong path and I needed to go off on a few
detours, take a look over a few hedges.
And this is what I have learned 1:
Ego voice (loud,,obnoxious) “ Hey, girl! Look at
you! Now you are a REAL writer (subtext: as opposed to that con-artist everyone
thought you were – my ego has a bitchy tongue). They pay you good money to
write. Pitch, Pitch, PITCH!”
True Voice (softly confident , sometimes whispers):
“hmmm. Maybe. It is nice to be published but, well, I feel lonely, cut off
from the world pitching ideas that mostly go nowhere, not connecting with
anyone. I don’t want to spend my days like this.”
So it was all a big ego trip. A great big flashy day out. A
dip of the toe in the water of minor fame and recognition and lovely as it was,
it wasn’t/isn’t fulfilling enough because maybe it was all just a little too
much about ME. What I did enjoy were all the emails I received from people from
all over the world. Knowing I resonated with people I had never met, knowing
other people laughed even cried at my articles , now that was a blast, my heart
was singing with joy when I read those.
And this is what I have learned
2:
I love to write, I love words but I don’t need constant
recognition to survive or to call myself a writer, at least not anymore. So
goodbye ego or is it au revoir? Until the next time…
Since writing my morning pages - feels like the Artist’s
Motorway I’ve got so busy - I have decided to pitch when an idea comes to me
and only then, to continue writing my blog which I do for pleasure, to continue
writing my book, and to continue reading books that feed my soul and help me
understand the real me; the one standing quietly and patiently in the background
licking her wounds having fought so long and hard against the loudmouth stamping
her feet and waving her arms about all the time.
Beware the voice of the ego and listen for the voice that
whispers out to you. Then you will find your true path.