It’s a place I’m free to be – My space.
It’s an indescribable feeling. No wonder young people are drawn to set up accounts for themselves and display their expressions of freedom on a place in cyberspace called MySpace.
But that’s not my My Space.
My space is really not a place at all. It’s a feeling. I can’t describe it to you because words fail. It’s like trying to explain being in love to someone who’s never been.
The best I can do is let you know there’s my space for you too.
I’m reminded of the lyrics from an old song called Five O’Clock World.
“But it’s a fve o’clock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time.”
There’s no pressure to perform in my space. There is no job waiting to be done, no bells to be rung.
You can’t meet your friends in my space – only yourself.
My space is a cauldron of creativity – an epicenter of expression.
But again, my space is not a place. You can’t reserve a table, no matter how important you are. All you need do is present yourself as ready to enter and you’ll be admitted.
Readying yourself is ridding yourself of all agendas. A cluttered mind cannot enter my space because creativity cannot enter a crowded room. It needs space – My space.
If you’ve ever witnessed an athlete or a musician in the zone, you’ve had a glimpse of my space. There is no conscious effort being expended. It’s a sight to behold.
You can enter your own zone. It’s called “My Space.”
It’s good for what ails you and an investment in becoming more alive.
After visiting my space, you become more awake to what’s already here
That which was cloudy becomes abundantly clear.
If you haven’t set up an account yet, know this – It’s free!
All you have to do is stop trying to be.
Let your “to do” list just slip away
If only for a moment, as you create a brand new day.
Calm your breathing and slow your pace
and prepare to enter your zone of expression – My Space.
All the best,
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