“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.”
~ Eleanor Roosevelt
It wasn’t even my rash.
It was the rashes in my inbox and an offhand comment my husband said to me.
One of the weirder occupational hazards of being a psychic who also works as a medical intuitive is that random people frequently send me unsolicited photos of their rashes and ask me if it’s anything to worry about and what their rash might possibly be. These are often people I’ve never met and they send me the kinds of graphic images that may be better suited to some kind of medical journal. I have seen more plagued genitals, armpits, stomachs, butts and all measure of other rashy bits than I care to remember. These people expect I will answer them for free – and usually I do.
This, on top of my regular messages, workload and meditation schedule.
My meditation schedule is intense too, because I am supporting my Retreat students in my twice-daily meditations, and that takes a minimum of two hours out of each of my days for at least six months of the year. On top of my normal daily healing meditations. If you’ve come to one of my retreats you’ll know how much work I put into them. They’re a HUGE effort and take up a vast amount of time before, during and after the event.
So, I’d finished my morning meditation and I’m texting a rather long response to the ninth rashy person of the week and my husband says, ‘What are you writing? A book?’
And I stop dead, my texting fingers frozen above the screen of my phone.
I nearly did die two years ago. On the morning I thought I might die my only regrets were that I had not spent more time with my husband, and that I hadn’t finished my books.
There was this too:
Since February last year I have written 1 649 598 words. Not one of those was for a book. All these words were for blogs, facebook posts, client emails, admin, messages and online courses. I’ll have easily cracked two million words by the end of this year. So many words. So many words wasted on ‘What’s my rash?’ and not one of those on a book of my own.
This year I have actually written some book words on my trusty little laptop that has no email, facebook or any other distraction. But not nearly enough.
So, I have made an executive decision, because my dreams deserve as much time as your rashes. In fact, I think they deserve more.
My last retreat of the year, Platform, is a writing retreat. I’ll be teaching you how to craft your book, your course, your message ready to put out into the world. Some of the retreat will be structured lessons and then there will be time to write. I will use some of this time to plan my own books while my students are writing theirs. (Want more info? Contact my PA, Trish Lyons, at firstname.lastname@example.org)
Next year I have cancelled all of my retreats and I am taking a sabbatical. I’ll put my work focus onto my new online courses and membership academy which is launching in November 2019. I’ll teach online and I’ll conduct my coaching and individual sessions, and I’ll still blog, but the time I would have spent in meditation for my students I’ll spend writing. The dates where I would have conducted a retreat for others I will gift back to myself for my own writing retreat. And there will be no more answering unsolicited messages about rashes!
2020 will be my year of writing so I can finally finish my memoir, my teaching books, my oracle cards, and a historical novel that my sister and I are working on. I love to write and I’m prolific, and now that energy needs to go on my own projects.
Maybe some of you will even join me in making 2020 a writing year!
Oh, I can’t tell you how my heart is soaring at the thought.
Much love, Nicole xx