Two nights ago I didn’t sleep a wink. Not a friggin wink. Until it was almost too late.
I got home from my late night workout circa 1 AM, picked up a book and began reading. I read for a couple hours, then went to bed, figuring I would be falling asleep fast, which is typical for this ole cat.
But it wasn’t happening.
I got up at 3:30 and did some more reading, figuring this would put me to sleep. No such luck.
I closed my eyes around 4 AM, trying to force a good night of rest. Then I gave up.
At 4:45 I figured I would go with the flow, grabbed a pen and began writing. I began with a poem. Then another. And another. I ended up writing six poems altogether, a new whirld record for me. Typically I write one poem a day, and occasionally, and this means almost never, I write two.
Holy mind bender.
At 7 AM I closed my eyes, figuring I could sleep in a bit before I had a coaching call with a long-time client. And I got a grand total of 30 minutes of uninterrupted rest.
The moral of this schtory is that sometimes you don’t need to sleep. The heavens are asking you to go the extra ten miles. The ideas are so good, you’re supposed to get up and work on them, regardless of what time it is.
In the end, there is no time – everything is NOW.
By the way, every poem I wrote is going to make it into the new book I’m working on: The Secret Writings of El Furecat. I’ve been doing a pre-publication offer for members of my Zen Mastery Newsletter Members, and the early-bird sales have been fantastic. Mucho appreciation to all of you who have ordered.
And now… a little love from another one of my readers, who expressed himself eloquently when he wrote the following to me a couple days ago. My response will follow.
“Boring shit from a senile creeptard. A fuckin minus zero, that’s what you are.”
Ioan
MJF: Excellent. Thank goodness for your dick-shun. You got this thing down to an art form.
It’s wonderful to receive this kind of love, especially from trolls. It inspires me to make sure I keep on writing.
Incidentally, minutes before receiving so much love from the above, I received the following from David Weck, inventor of the BOSU® Ball, which you will find in gyms all over the world, to the very same email:
“You’re a master writer – and I love the journey – it fills me with appreciation – when I get to experience the outputs from such cultivated talent. Words transcend time and place… keep scribing my friend. Thank you.”
MJF: Thank YOU, David. Mucho appreciated.
And that, my friend, is all for NOW.
Stay tuned.
Matt Furey
By the way, if you want to be on the list for the new book, The Secret Writings of El Furecat, which is due out in August, send an email to me by clicking here. It’s not cheap – $69 – as it is NOT for everybody, especially trolls, hehe.
