"The athlete knows the day will never come when he wakes up pain-free. He has to play hurt."
- Steven Pressfield (The War of Art)
Making anything of meaning requires space: to think, focus and create.
Thoreau lived in isolation at Walden pond for 2 years, 2 months and 2 days to write his first book.
Barrack Obama secluded himself on a beach in Bali for a couple of weeks (a mere 6 weeks after getting married) to finish the manuscript for his book, Dreams From My Father.
Whether you think you need a couple of weeks or two years to make that thing you have always felt the urge to create, the truth is that modern society will rarely afford you such luxuries.
For most of us, the concept of uninterrupted stretches of time is simply not viable. Between doing the work that pays the bills and building a home life with your family, the equilibrium simply requires you to show up consistently every day.
Taking a break from your normal life to go write / build / paint / focus elsewhere for a week is something aspirational, but simply not a guarantee.
What if we redefined what space meant though? And we were to integrate that definition of space into your normal, daily life? What would that look like?
For me, it comes down to only a few things: