He called but I wasn’t ready.
Darn, he is so unpredictable. I wait, but he refuses to show his face. Sometimes I sit at my desk provoking him to action. He is more likely to come if I make the first move.
No, not Mike,
who may be slow to start until prodded. I am referring to the Muse, which should be a “she” I guess, being a Greek goddess. Whether art, music, writing, exercise, housework, I need a Muse to motivate me.
as young mothers with young children, my friend Susan and I read a book challenging us to treat our wifely/motherly duties as a job. We were to dress for the work (no house slippers) and stick to a schedule. It actually worked pretty well. I used many of the tactics for years, not only at home but at work.
Dress for Success
The crucial step was dress for the part. If you are going to scrub floors, put on grubby pants which you can mess up. Grocery shopping requires comfortable shoes and clothing that doesn’t embarrass you because the one day you run out in jammie pants is the day you run into an old flame.
Elizabeth Gilbert expresses it clearly and playfully in Big Magic: I always try to remind myself that I am having an affair with my creativity, and I make an effort.
Dress for an Affair
An affair with my creativity. An affair with exercise. An affair with good food. An affair with housework. A way of saying this is important enough to exert some effort. Wear the clothes, adopt the attitudes, and take the first step. Invariably, enticed by my good intentions, the Muse shows up.