A new Whole Foods store opened about 10 blocks from my house and so far this week I've shopped there ever day.
I love everything about this store. I love driving up into the parking garage, grabbing a little green wire cart, and taking the elevator down into the store. I love wandering the aisles and looking at all the unfamiliar brands. I love cruising past the bakery, checking out the petite sweets, stopping at prepared foods and buying grilled veggies and spinach-rice cakes, hitting the meat counter in the back for an entree for dinner.
The funny thing is, Portland has a plethora of wonderful natural food stores, some funky, others just as lush as Whole Foods. New Seasons, for instance, is a home-grown version of Whole Foods. I enjoy shopping there, I do. I believe in choosing the local option whenever possible. And I agree with the business policies of New Seasons, as well as the way they treat their employees. Whereas I think the CEO of Whole Foods is a jerk and don't agree with his policies.
But I love shopping at his store beyond all reason. Why? Because, for whatever reason, shopping at Whole Foods makes me feel abundant. I like that feeling. I want to feel abundant in every area of my life–financial, relationships, family, career, writing–except for my physical body, because, well, abundance does have a tendency to turn to fat.
I talk a lot about abundance in the workshops I do. (Um, that's probably a good thing seeing as how they are titled, Writing Abundance.) Finding abundance in the form of a prolific and prosperous writing practice is what I guide people to do, through workshops, coaching, and this blog.
So abundance is a hot topic for me, and I've learned that abundance is as much a feeling as anything. When I find something that makes me feel abundant, I'm all about soaking it in, reveling it it, letting that feeling surround and energize me.
Hence my current love affair with Whole Foods. Like all good love stories, I have no idea why it attracts me so, since love is generally blind, but I'm going with the feeling. However, when I'm not cruising the aisles like a small child in a toy store, or planning my next trip there, I've thought a bit about what makes me feel abundant in writing.
There's the obvious–racking up a good daily word count makes me feel abundant in writing. But beyond the actual act of writing, what makes you feel abundant? For me it's a stack of yellow legal pads, a couple of Moleskines, and a package of brand new pens (my current favorite being the Pentel Ener-Gel, but it will change next month).
None of which are available, by the way, at Whole Foods. Perhaps it is time to resume my long relationship with Fred Meyer.
What tools make you feel abundant in your writing?