I have notes and bits scattered in writing apps, digital journals — over 20,000 entries in DayOne alone, over 4,500 entries in my Drafts app — physical journals, and scraps of paper.
At least once a week, I cry for needing a better system. Something that allows me to organize the contents of my messy brain, that will help me create more effectively.
When I try to implement other people’s systems, they inevitably fail to work for me. My brain doesn’t function like theirs.
Then I remember that need is coming from a need for control in the face of uncertainty. It’s a desire to conform better, to fit in to a linear model of thinking.
What if I just trust the disorganization of it?
Why do I believe that a linear system will work? The creative process itself is not linear; it’s cyclical. It’s messy.
Can I trust that I will find what I need when I need it, that synchronicity will work it’s magic, and that what really needs to be shared exists not in my files, but in my heart?
If I wrote it once, it’s within me. The more I can relax and let go of control the more access I have to my innate wisdom and deep knowing.
And that is the place from which my best work emerges.