Sometimes, the best laid plans are laid to waste.\u00a0 Besides your random road maintenance traffic diversion surprises that we are all numb to, you could hit a deer on your way to a ski trip and get stuck in a tiny motel for the weekend.\u00a0 You could break a sax spring at the start of a gig making it impossible to play G# (a note that comes up quite often, in case you were wondering).\u00a0 You could publish your book before you proofed the graphics and find out how bad they are after it starts selling…\u00a0 All of these things have now happened to me and worse could happen to you.\u00a0 They could be your fault\u2026or someone else\u2019s, or no one\u2019s, that\u2019s not the point!\u00a0 All of them will confound your plans.\u00a0 It\u2019s frustrating, I know.\u00a0 You tell yourself \u201cIt happens to everyone,\u201d but that doesn\u2019t solve anything. \u00a0So first, your amygdala fires \u2013 then you fight, flee or play dead \u2013 there\u2019s a time for each.\u00a0But somewhere lurking between fighting and fleeing and playing dead is another way of being – another way of like schussing around poles or dancing between raindrops – a way like matrixing time or defying gravity or folding nature upon itself, effortlessly. \u00a0\u00a0For my latest roadblock, I swerved just so and dug deep into my problem-solving bag of tricks \u2013 deep past my ego (and my id for that matter) and into my pocketbook \u2013 to a proven, time-tested pro-procrastechnique.\u00a0 I hired a professional.
Watch for that book at your nearest Amazon store!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Blocked? Sometimes you just need a little diversion. Detour this way\u2026…