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To soften the impact of the word, I made it a character and began calling him “Mr. Payne” … sounds harmless, right? “Mr. Payne just pulled up in his purple Maserati.”
This week I was going-going-going. Nothing bad really. Actually pretty wonderful things were unfolding.
I was following inspiration and creating … painting pictures for clients … birthing logos, building books, creating web pages … conspiring from afar with my teammate Steve, superman developer, able to leap tall computer towers in a single … well, you get the picture.
Where was I?
Ah yes.
Going going going.
When I say “going” I do mean “going” … the type of going where you forget to do the self-care thing.
Little things like, well … eating … sleeping …
My friends think I’m nuts when I get into this space. They don’t believe it’s humanly possible to be painting and creating and building and conspiring with superman developers all day and all night and not sleeping.
But any artist will tell you: It is possible. It is so possible!
And when you do that … and your body really needs that self-care … trust me, Mr. Payne will come knockin’ to make sure you remember.
And if you continue not to listen, he knocks HARD.
Last night he busted the door down.
At one point, I typed to Steve, “Ouch!” By morning I couldn’t even type straight, I was forced to lie down. Literally forced. Mr. Payne was comin’ at me from all directions.
I took the cell phone into my bed and called mom, “I’m totally sick!” After all, if I were to die over here, somebody should know, right?
My body took over and I passed out. Didn’t wake up til 9:30 pm.
9:30, people!
I woke to a note on my door (and food in my fridge!)
Not a note on the door to my house but a note on the door to my bedroom.
Not a note on the outside of the door to my bedroom but a note on the inside of the door to my bedroom.
Someone had come into my house, into my bedroom, and I didn’t even know it! That is sooo unlike me, the chick who wakes up when the sprinkler goes on outside. I must’ve really needed that rest.
In fact, I know that I did.
I woke up thinking, “My body is *SO* smart! Thank you, body!” (Give credit where credit is due: Mr. Payne is so smart. He gave me no other option but to lie down and get some rest.)
You see, Mr. Payne doesn’t just visit randomly. He stops by to say, “Hey!” with a message to share and he comes bearing gifts. Mostly the message is, “Stop!” Usually it’s that.
And how smart he is when he says that, right? Have you ever noticed when you get sick, it comes at a time when a break and a rest would really serve you well?
I have.
Have you ever received the gift of forced-rest, right when you could use it most?
How about the gift of support and deeper appreciation of the people in your world who really care?
What gifts have you received from Mr. Payne?
Next time he comes knockin’, stop and say, “Well, hello Mr. Payne! What are you here to share with me?”
Sleeping Soundly Art Print::Visit We Are THAT Family for more Works-For-Me-Wednesday ideas!::Special thanks goes out to Mr. Payne for his cameo appearance, momma ‘n dad for the gift of their love and support, superman Steve for saving the world with me (or at least the world’s web sites) and to YOU for reading this for sharing a bit of your time with me here. I so love receiving your comments!