In April I had a rough few weeks. Social media’s siren song sounded especially seductive, my writing slowed to a drip and kettlebells felt extra heavy. I’m stuck when I want to consume more than produce. So here’s how I deal:
- Accept the lull. Not every speed bump deserves a melodramatic tailspin into self destruction. I maintained my eating, sleeping, or practice routines. I watched more TV than usual but I consider Louis C.K. potent inspiration.
- Pay attention what’s working and feels good. Riding my bike around Oakland. Organizing this year’s Italy retreat. I focused my energy on the forward momentum instead of the stuck places.
- Show up to serve. Teaching lifts me out of my muck. Keeping up with my students’ kettlebell workout forces me to walk my talk.
- Practice. With handstands, Turkish get-ups, and long holds of squats, I prescribed my own movement medicine. Even slogging through, something is better than nothing.
As a student of movement I respect that the ebb as part of the flow. We expect ourselves to constantly perform with rock star status updates or feats of fitness. But we will inevitably and regularly plateau. Instead of a pity party, we can appreciate slower, quieter periods of incubation. Now I’m fired back up and returning to my typical self. Sometimes creativity isn’t stuck it’s just submerged.