Musings: To be out of wordsMonday, June 13, 2016
|This photo is bad but I love it. Sue me.|
For the first time in a long, long time, I didn't post to this blog on a Sunday, simply because I had nothing to say. I wasn't ill, or busy moving, or working overtime, or rehearsing for a dance performance. I was out of words.
And I am still out of words, yet oh so full of them. I want to scream everything to the world and praise everything that is beautiful. I want to capture every moment before it is gone.
Maybe this is what summer feels like. But I feel so full of little things: a desire to write more, a desire to read more, a desire to grow and watch things grow, a desire to do damn near everything. And thus, my mind is filled with all the little naggings that I did not do. You did not mop the floor. You did not fold the laundry. You did not complete that book or take that photo shoot. You did not make your self imposed blogging deadline. I am a victim of trying to do everything, tis true. My to-do list is ever growing and every time I do not exceed my list, I am disappointed in myself.
I know this is unhealthy. I am a human woman in 2016 with a full time job, a dance hobby, a writing hobby, and a photography hobby. I come home from work to do more work. In this manner, I must come to the following conclusion:
I do enough and it must be enough.
Everything is enough. We do what we do when we can, and sometimes you need a brain dead afternoon to refresh.
So what is a girl to do? She is to take her time. Because I am so full I could burst and then there would be nothing left.
I am finding writer's block is really not a block at all, but too many ideas racing for space in the brain. The brain is like a pegboard - I have too many pegs and not enough board. I wish for a day off - not like a weekend, but a real day off when I would normally go to work. I wish for time to collect all the cards that just flipped off the table and carefully rearrange them to size and color. But I don't have it right now. Maybe someday I will.
But for now, a ramble. A good, old fashioned, innocent ramble. I hope you don't mind, but I must do it if for no other reason than to clear a little headspace and perhaps finally be able to sleep.
How do you combat writer's block? Do you find yourself with too much to do in too little time? Does guilt riddle you when you do not complete the goals of the super-human? Do you ask far too many questions when you have nothing to say?
P.S. If you are looking for something deeper, my greatest apologies. Please check out any of the following recent posts for something with a little meat on its bones.
How to Capture Starburst Photography
Why I Choose Minimalism and What it Means to Me
How to Wear a Band Shirt Fashionably
The Truth of Freedom and How to Find Your Own
On Consumption and When it's Ok to Buy New Clothes
On Transforming the Ugly into the Beautiful
Crafting the Art of Empathy