I Love it When . . .
by Lisa A Kramer, in Writing
I love it when . . .
. . . my words and ideas flow from me with a life of their own.
. . . I can revisit ideas that never quite came to fruition, and give them new life.
. . . I don't let my fears and doubts stop me. I dive in, and say, "to hell with my inner critic, I'm doing this anyway."
. . . I wake up in the morning feeling like anything is possible.
. . . I feel the connection with the creative pool that surround us, and with the energy that connects us.
. . . time passes and I don't notice it, as I am caught in the creative flow.
I love it when that happens, but it doesn't happen often enough. When it does, I almost believe that wishes can come true.
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Wishing Upon a Star[/caption]
. . . my words and ideas flow from me with a life of their own.
. . . I can revisit ideas that never quite came to fruition, and give them new life.
. . . I don't let my fears and doubts stop me. I dive in, and say, "to hell with my inner critic, I'm doing this anyway."
. . . I wake up in the morning feeling like anything is possible.
. . . I feel the connection with the creative pool that surround us, and with the energy that connects us.
. . . time passes and I don't notice it, as I am caught in the creative flow.
I love it when that happens, but it doesn't happen often enough. When it does, I almost believe that wishes can come true.
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Wishing Upon a Star[/caption]