I was just getting into my editing of my academic paper in a cafe when of all things there was a power failure! It’s sort of exciting but also frustrating. It’s now a little too dark to edit on paper and I was just in the flow!
The unexpected things which disrupt the flow! But the question is has this been beneficial or detrimental? Or neither?
I did consider leaving, but then a few lights came on nearby, so I had a bit of light to continue. I kept editing, mainly because I was so close to finishing this task! And I wanted to not just finish but continue what I was doing. And I couldn’t help think no his people would write in the most difficult situations and poor lighting. So why not keep going?!
All sorts of events and things can disrupt the flow, it’s how you react that matters. I could’ve gone home, but I stayed, wanting to keep connected to even a little of the flow I was in. And it helped. Round one of editing done!
My aim for the Easter long weekend is to go cave-style.
I plan not to leave my house! And to relax and work on my creative projects, especially my painting.
Yet on Good Friday, I got out of bed and the desire to go and get a coffee and write was too strong to resist. So I gave in. And wrote a few pages. This was a good result, and choice for me to have made in the moment. It would’ve created too much tension with in me if I’d decided to resist and stay home as planned. Sometimes the flow is strong and I don’t need to resist.
A part of me wants to connect with the world, and with my immediate environment. To get out of the house for a change of scenery, a blast of fresh energy, and to interact with my surroundings!
Besides I can always go cave style for the rest of the day and weekend! Which is an important way for me to re-charge my batteries so it’s a ‘must do’ on my weekend list. It’s good to know that even though I do want some cave time, I also want to be with people, and it’s good to get this balance.
I’ve developed a new Saturday ritual, quite by accident. In my search to try new cafes to write, I’ve found a peaceful way to start my weekend. It’s quiet, rustic, and the sun comes through the window making it warm and relaxing. The coffee is great too! All of this helps the words to flow.
A perfect way to not only start a Saturday morning but also the weekend 💕
Lilliana Rose 🌹
Journaling this morning after my Pilates class.
Perfect start to the day 💕
Grateful for me time and being able to write to clear my mind.
Lilliana Rose 🌹
This morning’s cafe writing was enjoyable, there was flow, cafe vibes and of course coffee.
I didn’t like what I wrote by hand.
Oddly, I felt it was a productive session.
Sometimes it’s about just getting the words out right now. Not later. No procrastinating. Just getting on with it.
That’s what’s this morning’s session was all about. As well as a good cup of coffee. By getting the words out, whether good or bad, it means tomorrow I can more on to writing the next scene. That’s creative productivity! 💖
Lilliana Rose 🌹
Valentine’s Day isn’t big in Australia, well not so much when I was growing up. It has become more commercial over the years and is something I’m more aware of.
I first learnt about Valentine’s Day in my early years at school. I thought it was specific between girls and boys or women and men, and was something to do with true love (even though I didn’t know that was).
When I got a Valentine’s card from a female cousin in America who was coming to visit us downunder in a few months, I was a bit confused because she wasn’t my girlfriend (I only wanted love cards from guys!). In Australia this was a very different cultural thing for me to have experienced.
Mum sat me down and explained it wasn’t that sort of love, but a true friendship love which doesn’t matter if it’s from a boy or a girl. And that this was part of the American culture to give cards to people who were meaningful in your life and someone you loved. I’m not sure I really understood (I was under ten years old at the time).
Mum then started to buy us (me and my sisters) inexpensive gifts each year for Valentine’s Day, partly because some of my ancestry is linked to America and I believe this was mum’s subtle way to open my mind.
One year, much later when I was in my early 20s mum gave me (and my sisters) a purse-sized packet of tissues with love hearts on it. I wasn’t impressed. Even though it only costs a few backs, I told mum it was a waste of money, as it was tissues. She was hurt and upset of course. It was just some fun, something little. Something I realised much later after she passed that required some thought to find something practical and without spending much money. And I was sad. I’d not received the gift graciously. Over time this has turned into the most cherished memories of mine for Valentine’s Day much better than any gifts from guys I’d been dating or in relationships at the time, (including a dozen roses) and a hell of a lot more meaningful than any gift I’d received from a man ~ who was supposedly in love with me at the time!
The gift giving has also been a tradition between me and my sisters each year on Valentine’s Day. My aim is to be thoughtful in the gifts bought and not spend much money. It’s hard to do. It reminds me of the effort mum put in to her gifts to me. How I was ungrateful but also how I learnt (finally) the deeper meaning of giving on this day, beyond convention, commercialism, to connect to the spirit of giving and recognising those who matter in my life, those who stay by my side no matter what. I might not be able to tell mum this. At least I can continue the celebration in her memory.
What special Valentine’s Day memories do you have? Feel free to share them below.
Enjoying the quiet of the Sunday morning before the morning rush at Sarah’s Sisters Sustainable Cafe.
It’s peaceful listening to the sound of running water, a few birds and a little noise in the cafe kitchen. And no other conversations.
A harmonious environment to begin edits on my story Sceptic (out soon!).
Lilliana Rose 🌹
Before art class I was feeling tired, low energy and not at all in the mood to leave my home and paint for a few hours. Creating was the last thing on my mind. All I wanted to do was curl up on my lounge under a blanket and watch mind numbing TV. I’d also like to note that I’d had a busy week so it wasn’t surprising I was tired.
Despite my tired mood, I picked myself off the lounge and went off to art class. I started a new painting, I learnt a new technique and I stepped into the unknown that’s always there when creating.
It was much better than spending the evening at home. And I was much happier. It certainly worked for me to create and lift my mood, and help me to reconnect with my joy.
Today I sat down to finally edit a paper I’m writing for my studies at university. I had the printed file of the mark ups, my computer, my coffee, and I was ready. But, I had forgotten the notebook I’d written additional notes in, and after about a minute into this editing project I realised it was a bust. I was frustrated and annoyed at myself, as I was wanting to make progres with this paper. This was the one job I really wanted to not just do today, but right now while I was in a cafe.
However, not all was lost.
I did have a new notebook with me, and as well as other pressing writing projects that needed attention. I sat and wrote by hand. Not what I had planned, but I did make progress, and I enjoyed writing.
While this wasn’t the project I wanted to work on while in a cafe, by going to plan B, I could salvage the day, and get on with creating. Being adaptive to the situation pays off.
The other day I caught up with my sister from interstate. Of course it was over coffee! I did mention that we should get a picture together, but conversation took over.
So this is the only photo of the outing, two cups of coffee! But of course the conversation is where is needs to be, in my heart. It’s easy to get caught up in photos to mark the catch up, but sometimes it’s more important to follow the flow of the words being spoken and share life instead of pausing forgetting the flow all for the sake of a snapshot.
Lilliana Rose 🌹