So I’ve been neglectful, again, but I’ve been thinking of you the whole time. I’ve started following a fellow writer on Instagram who shares her daily trials and tribulations of being a writer- I’m going to do the same and make YOU make me write. Finding time, energy, and motivation is hard, very hard, especially as many of us are juggling other lives (pay-the-bills work, kids, multiple personalities). My writing is on my mind 24-7, as are the continuing education classes I’m constantly enrolled in, and the website getting dusty in the corner. Being overly busy is a creativity killer, but how do you stop?
No really. How. Do. We. Stop? Personally I feel like there’s a loud clock ticking in front of me all hours of the day, an hourglass repeatedly emptying and turning itself over. I’m a classic overthinker, a Type-A basket case. The biggest hurdle in my life, and I believe I’m not alone, is focus. To focus on one thing, complete it, then move on. Right now I’m already thinking of my classes on editing and magazine writing, while considering picking up a third class. Did I mention the copywriting tutorials? Yeah, there’s four of those. There’s also the very large closet I need to empty, of which I’m certain will either consume me like a Venus flytrap, or (hopefully) send me to a fun Narnia-type wonderland.
Being overly busy will make you delusional. For this affliction, there’s beer, such as my Hardywood Christmas Pancakes and Cognizant wine barrel aged berry sour. As I sit in my bar after a relatively sane shift, I need these to calm the whirring happening in my brain. Mind you, they’re small, 4oz each, enough to sip, enjoy, and wonder if I’ll have energy to do ANYTHING at home. Writing involves sitting down, the enemy (and passionate lover) of bartenders. Once we’re down, nothing short of answering the door for Uber Eats will get a rise out of us.
So we’ll see if I rise, or fall into a Netflix-induced coma. Catch you later.