Starting a business about surfing is not surfing. Spending hours writing and responding to emails about surfing is not surfing. Organizing a Meetup group about surfing is not surfing...
My pride is a little wounded. I had what I thought was a great idea. Get moms together. Swap hours babysitting. Be a leader. Maybe even make some money doing it. Hey, it would be like being a professional surfer. I'd go to the beach and come back not only with sand in my pockets, but money too. What could be wrong with that?
My spirit guides did not like the idea.
For some reason, I thought that maybe if I committed more...got myself in a little deeper, they'd see the wisdom in it. They'd change their tune and start cheering from the celestial bleachers. But no... Their displeasure only got louder. Then, when I told my husband and friends, they said things like "I'm with the spirit guides. They have a point."
These people who love me know this: it's far easier for me to over-commit and use it as an excuse for not doing well, than to stay the course and do the one thing I originally intended to do.
So while it felt brilliant and new and maybe like "the great idea that will make me a million" - organizing moms to surf and babysit on the beach was more like everything else I've ever stretched myself too thin to do. A good idea, maybe, but not for me.
So, simplicity wins the day.
As does the realization that, until now, I'd never learned the important skill of gracefully withdrawing when I was in over my head. Last night, after making this momentous decision, I dreamed I was crying with joy. I stood on the beach at the Jersey Shore saying "I just love it here so much."
Some time recently I said "all I want is to surf, write my book and educate my children." And, I confess, I haven't been in the water for two weeks.