Flow Part Two

I’ve been thinking of flow lately. I use flow in a vague sort of way, trying to encapsulate the feeling of free movement, of joy, of expression. When things work. I’ve been lucky enough to be doing a lot of surfing and mountain biking lately, both allow me to search for this flow. I caught a wave the other day and kicked off and smiled, a deep, meaningful smile. I smile the same when my daughter pulls one of her ‘crazy’ faces, or when my boy tells me he loves me, or during those moments when I confirm how lucky I am to be sharing my life with my wife. These times I feel the flow.

I struggle to find the flow in my working life, and I am searching as to why. It’s not like waves don’t thump me and drag me under, leaving me struggling for breath. Or that the early morning wake ups from my kids doesn’t leave me feeling exhausted. Yet the same external influences in work bear a far greater weight. I feel no flow. It becomes a chore.

Wake up to yourself! Part of me yells. Don’t you know this is what to expect!? It’s called work for a reason, and that other stuff, well, if you got to do it all the time, you’d soon lose that flow you talk about. It’s only like that because it’s a reward for doing all that work!

My problem with that is that you get flow through love. And why would I want to spend a huge amount of my time doing something which I struggle to love? Where I feel no flow? 

Fine. But what would I do instead? Ah, there’s the rub! At the moment, that is a question I have no answer for.

But I see far to many people who may have asked this question and then put it into the too hard basket and ended up spending the majority of their life waiting for the weekends. THAT seems crazy to me.

So, back to flow and what to do instead...

I will find the answer to that question.

I think I need to look by spending time better understanding the flow, my flow.

By getting back to simple.