On Wednesday night, I dreamt that I was sitting at the piano and wrote the most beautiful melody I'd ever heard. I woke up at 2:37 am with the tune still stuck in my head. So I snuck downstairs and sung the melody in a recording app on my phone. Then I crawled back into bed and fell asleep.
When I got up the next morning, I almost forgot about the tune. I was a bit nervous to play the recording; I've recorded dream songs before, and when I listened to them the next morning, they were total rubbish. Listening back to this one, though, I was surprised.
Not rubbish. It was still one of the most beautiful melodies I'd ever heard.
Just one catch: no lyrics. Not one word.
Which has been driving me nuts. The muses finally struck in a big way, and now they won't return. I've been wracking my brain all week, and nothing has hit me. Chasing down words like a lunatic lyric hunter has turned me into a crazy person. I've clocked countless hours writing this week, desperate to be hit with the same stroke of genius. But the more I want the words to come, the more they elude me. So I've come to a conclusion.
I need to stop wanting more.
Reader, when something great comes--be it love, money, or a random dreamy melody--it's human nature to want more of it. We get a little taste, and then we want it in excess. But there is a real wisdom (albeit unnatural) in allowing enough to be enough. So I wrote a great melody? Wonderful. If more will come, then it will come. But for now, enough is as good as a feast.
And with that, this content writer is off to enjoy a little night cap (this one is called "The Wanderlust," and it's available at my restaurant all spring). See you next Monday. -Em