Teletubbies say Eh-Oh
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When I first started this blog, I spoke in length about procrastination and the energy that it takes from our daily lives. I think, at the time, the mountain in front of me was planting sweet potatoes.

Lately, the mountain has been carving out the time to write in this blog. Yes, that is a recurring theme. We can certainly scroll back to when I went on at length about it and actually dedicated a whole paragraph to discussing how I should address it.

Not making the time to write here makes me a little nutty. I make a note to myself that I should bring something of value to this little page on the huge world of the internet for the few faithful people who check it everyday. And to you my friends, I apologize. I also thank you for sticking with me even when I go M.I.A. for inordinate amounts of time. I thank you also for your kind e-mails to check to make sure I have not been abducted by aliens or moved to an EarthShip in New Mexico and have no access to the blog. Rest assured, it’s neither of those, though the EarthShip does call to me on a daily basis.

Nevertheless, here I am, humbly thanking you for your inspiring words and for being my inspiration in spite of my absence.

I have these weird dreams that I have this apartment that I haven’t been to in a really long time and then I find myself there. Usually, the place is dark and dusty and there is an empty dog bowl on the floor and I worry about the dog I left behind and wonder how the heck the rent got paid if I clearly wasn’t living in the apartment. There are things of mine that I recognize in the rooms and on the walls. The whole dream causes me great anxiety.

When I am away from writing here at Just South of Zen, I often experience the same anxiety. However, instead of moving forward, the energy of that anxiety leaves me stranded on the island of procrastination. No, this is not a cool island with frosty drinks and awesome waves. It’s more like something dark and a little scary like Alcatraz. My very own procrastination prison.

Ahh, but if you know me, you know I find a lesson or message in this whole thing. I look not just for the silver lining, but the magic, little message in the bottle that comes with this experience. What have I learned? What gem will I share?

Well, procrastination kind of sucks.

Sucks the life out of you, sucks your joy, sucks your center and sucks your peace. Yep, just like a vacuum or the proverbial “Noo Noo” from the Teletubbies, it will suck your very essence right out of your being. Let me be honest, this is not a good place to be. (Yes, I know I made a Teletubbies reference. I do kind of channel what I am writing, but I did see that and I am just going to let it sit there and let you all think I have completely lost it).

When we finally get out of the mode of procrastination or avoidance or whatever it actually is for us personally, we are liberated. Even if it is just taking a tiny step in the direction we feel we need to move. We break out of the gate and scream all the way to the finish line. Maybe we stumble on the way. Maybe we skin our knee. Maybe we get a little lost. But the fact of the matter is we are on our way to the finish line. That actually counts for way more than standing behind the starting gate, shuffling our feet, clearing our throat and making excuses. (Guilty)

But  the simple act of moving in the direction of whatever it is that calls us starts the momentum towards freedom and a feeling of greatness. It lifts us out of our physical experience and elevates us to almost a spiritual place. When we push past our own self-created resistance or procrastination prison, we open up. Not only that, we find our egos being impressed, if only for a brief moment, with what we can do when we put our minds to it.

Is it easy?

Heck no.

It is challenging as hell and we find ourselves often times kicking and screaming all the way.

Until we realize we are actually “doing it” instead of sitting around worry about doing it or thinking about doing it or “planning” to do it or talking about doing it. We are doing it. Wow!

And if I do my math right, that actually means we are engaged in this little thing called life. Which is why we are here.

So if it is writing a blog, building a website, sending out your art images, switching jobs, starting a running program. learning to hang glide, starting a yoga practice (highly recommended), sky diving, traveling to Bali or a myriad of other things one may yearn to do, start somewhere.

Take a step in that direction.

Ditch the worry, the fear and break free of the procrastination prison.

Start saving money for that Bali trip (I am using giant water bottles), sign up for sky diving lessons or open the classified section.

Get beyond the fear and the excuses that hold you back.

Swim away from Alcatraz island to the island that does serve cool drinks and has awesome sunsets.

And when you get to that beach raise your fist and scream “Libertad!”

Or something as equally as inspiring.

Oh yeah, send me a postcard too.

Moving forward one step at a time….