I’ve almost finished Big Magic. It’s a quick read that drops a lot of knowledge in little bite-sized pieces that are easily digestible and quite filling–delicious too, like a smart healthy cookie.
My latest favorite part is all about the shit sandwiches. Not so delicious, but par for any creative course.
You don’t just get to leap from bright moment to bright moment. How you handle yourself between the bright moments, when things aren’t going so great, is a measure of how devoted you are to your vocation, and how equipped you are for the weird demands of creative living. Holding yourself together through all the phases of creation is where the real work lies.
Hence the shit sandwich.
Rejection letters, or worse, the silence of indifference. The waking up early, or going to bed late. The comings and goings of commitment. The lost muse or staggering motivation. The dreaming too big or playing too small. And everything in between.
You know you’ve found your calling when you’re happily eating shit sandwiches.
I saw this (above) video clip on social media today and got a good kick thinking about all those young women who would kill to be a model who need to see this. Talk about shit sandwich! Thankfully all my modeling dreams were crushed when I was birthed from the womb a size 8. Not even my middle school habit of popping Dexatrim and failed attempt at bulimia could trim these legs and tush.
I’d much prefer to eat the lonely and often lowly writer’s shit sandwich. Or the entrepreneur crap load that comes with all things I love like speaking and coaching.
I’ve found my calling, no doubt, and have been sustaining off a good amount of shit for some time. I’ve grown to enjoy it. What other choice is there? Never to love at all?
Think about your beloved partner and all you tolerate from him/her that you wouldn’t stand for a second from someone else.
I leave you with this: What’s your flavor?