As you're waking up with thoughts flying helter-skelter -- chores, memories, toilet twinge, leg cramp -- you want more sleep. You close your eyes -- suddenly, POP. An idea pops.
Be it a trip to take, or a powerful longing to do, say, try something, or nothing important -- that POP colors the day that unfolds.
My husband works -- is established, has had a busy, successful career as an actor. But what's next for him is a long corridor, a dark hallway with ... oh, maybe a light bulb here and there, stuck in one of the walls. The phone will ring -- his agent will call with a new project. He doesn't have to do anything but be what he already is -- cheerful, positive, ready to dig into whatever possibilities come his way.
For me it's different. I'm a self employed writer, blogger, ex-dancer, wife, mom -- when the phone rings, it's for my husband or for me as the landlady -- we own the building where we live.
Waking, doing the usual washing, dressing, coffee-making, putting away last night's washed dishes -- with coffee cup in hand, I head down a hallway I painted pink, and gallop downstairs to turn on my computer and POP.
POP GOES THE WEASEL!
I grab it.
Whatever it is -- a big wham of a thought or a looney-tune tinkle -- be it a penny, spool of thread, or needle -- wherever the money goes -- who cares where the money goes -- GO -- fourth dimension, or zero tiny impulse -- from that easily un-noticeable brain itch, comes great ideas.
Make that a new rule -- grab any tingle -- whatever you find in your mind, grab it and do.