I Ain't No Artist, I Never Drew a Perfect Circle, Never Became Enlightened. But I Can Tell You This…

I am not an artist. That is to say: I consider myself an artist but I don’t create art.

I couldn’t draw a stick figure to save my life.

And believe me, I’ve tried.

My mother (herself a mighty fine artist) even tried to teach me, but I just couldn’t draw a face or body.

Each time I tried, it looked like the way Keanu Reeves acts: made of wood.

Pity, because drawing would have been a handy talent back in my tailoring days.

But nope, it’s just not in my hands.

Which is fine, I’m happy with the way I am.

Because I have a different kind of art: I write, teach, sing, and I work with people on their business results.

To me, that’s all a form of art.

But sometimes, I just wish I had the ability to draw or paint.

I mean, have you ever seen someone draw a circle?

Freehand, in one movement, a perfect circle?

It’s amazing – and it’s also ridiculously difficult.

The first time I heard of it was when I read a book about Zen-monks.

They spend decades, doing nothing but drawing circles.

One after another, on and on. Again. And again.

None of them perfect, none actually… round.

Until one day – Bam. There it stands.

Perfect, completely round, a mathematically verifiable circle.

It is said that enlightenment is required before it is possible.

And, that the moment someone draws a perfect circle they become enlightened.

I wouldn’t know; I never drew a perfect circle and I never became enlightened.

I did however spend a number of months trying.

It was when I was living in the monastery, and I thought it would be a nice exercise for the mind.

So I got some ink, a brush, some paper – and I got started.

A few days later I had a stack of useless sheets with wonky shapes on them.

Bored and fed up, I hacked a sort of L-shape onto the paper.

Then another, under it, touching it.

Nice movement.

Another one.

One more.

And suddenly there stood in front of me the portrait of an old monk, sunk in deep meditation.

Each L a part of his face: forehead, nose, upper lip, chin,
Strange.

I looked at it and couldn’t figure out how I had done it.

I tried to do it again: it didn’t work.

Tried another ten times – nope.

The moment had come and gone.

I wish I still had the paper, but between moving from Holland to Belgium, back to Holland, and then to Spain, it got lost.

The flotsam and jetsam of life, if you will.

Anyway, the point with this?

You’ll never draw a perfect circle unless you spend years trying.

Over and over again.

But if you do, and you keep with it, then one day, maybe, you might achieve it.

And if you write a daily email and you just keep at it, over and over again, you’ll very likely reach a point where you ‘get’ it.

Where you reach flow, where you can just open up your laptop and bam-bam-bam – ten minutes later there’s an email and you’re loading it up in Mailchimp.

I never thought I’d have the ability.

When I started, it would take an hour. Or two. Or more.

But at some point I broke through, and it became part of my system.

I don’t know, something changed in my brain.

Neuroscientists could probably explain it.

Could happen to you as well.

All it takes is the ability to tell a story, to string sentences together, and to start a process of dedicated practice.

Worth it too, because not only does it change your life, it also gets you sales.

And, it’s a TON of fun, especially when you start getting feedback – and yes, those sales.

If you want it, you can do it.

And if you want help, you can get it.

Right o’er here –> http://martinstellar.com/starship-mentorprise-writing-coach/

Cheers,

Martin

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