Once you taste the sweetness of the flow state, nothing else will do.
You know what it feels like: you wake up with a sprightly eagerness to get into your day, spring out of bed, and you just start. Everything feels enhanced, as if you’ve taken a mild dose of psychedelics, and even the most mundane activities, like eating breakfast or taking a shower, feel magnified in their pleasure-giving properties. You roll out of the house with plenty of time to spare, get into your car, and hit the road, where you flow through traffic seamlessly; it feels, somehow, as if you are commanding the very movement of traffic, anticipating every move that every other driver is making, and you respond accordingly. Waves of inspiration hit you as you move through the motorways with a steady swiftness: hmm, yes, I wanna do that, and hmmm, and that, and that, ooh, that is such a good idea, yes, yes, yes…! You ponder something lightly, and at the next intersection, you see a billboard printed with the exact answer to the question you just posed. Fuck Yeah. You reach your destination with a sense of assuredness that pulses through every fiber of your being, that whatever you’re doing today, you’re gonna rock it.
Until recently, I thought this kind of day was one of those rare, freakish occurrences that happened by some stroke of exceptional fortune, or when the planets lined up perfectly. Or maybe I had some vague, textbook-notion of what it might feel like to click into this kind of flow, but it almost always seemed to be one step ahead of me; elusive and coy, like a bobcat whose den is right at the edge of your home, but you rarely, if ever, catch glimpses of.
Over the last few weeks, I have begun to understand what it really feels like to flow through life with the kind of ease and grace that I have always dreamed of, and now that I’ve tasted it, I don’t think I can go back. Not for any significant amount of time, anyway. In the last week, I’ve accomplished more than I did in the previous month, and without that feeling of trudging uphill, sodden and shrunken with “should” energy. I’m waking up happy, and carrying that feeling through the day, watching things click into place—boom, boom, boom—as answers pour in, connections are made, and inspirations strike. It’s beginning to feel as if I am in a lucid dream, intoxicated by my own creative prowess and manifestational superpowers; except I’m not dreaming at all. This shift is real.
I’m purely and positively addicted to this feeling of flow.
I could ramble on and on about what I am discovering from hanging around for longer periods of time in this state of being (so much that I may have to write a book about it!), but here are a few things that I’ve learned about getting here in the first place, and keeping it going for longer and longer stretches of time.