I’ve caught myself feeling guilty this week for not being in the mood to write. (The “write” mood! Haha get it? Oh God…I’m sorry.) It’s already Friday, and I’ve only posted one “real” post. (Yeah, this one doesn’t really count.) I’m getting more and more followers, and I know that in order to keep them I have to be active in writing and commenting as a part of this incredible community.
Writing is, someday, going to be my job. The actual form this career will take is still to be decided; I’m almost waiting for some opportunity to find me and yell, “I PICK YOU!” like CeeLo on the Voice with the creepy cat. Or like Pokemon. Which is also creepy.
I should love it, and I do. I love it. Blog posts and research papers– I wrote this really awesome piece in undergrad about Shakespeare and Aristotle. If you don’t believe me, it also had people baked in pies.– and the occasional story and poem, which are absolutely horrific. When something clicks (and that’s the only way that I have to describe it– the pieces are all there and then suddenly something shifts and there is almost an electric pulse and the ideas just fit somehow in a way I didn’t see coming), it’s almost a spiritual moment. You know, like when God strikes you with lightning. Oh, is that a bad thing?
But everyone needs a vacation now and again, and it’s definitely that time for me. I quit one of my jobs last week! Did I tell you that already? It has been a huge weight off my shoulders, and now I come home from my other two jobs and I don’t have anything to do except go to the gym and watch tv and bake cookies.
Cookies are stressful. Did you catch that last time? Almost as stressful as cupcakes and doing the dishes afterwards.
Not to mention that my retail job had inventory counts this week. No, I didn’t get any glass shards up my nose, thanks for asking! So I have been indulging myself in slob-dom. I drink a glass of hot chocolate every day, I’m rereading books that just make you want to curl up on the couch, I don’t dry my hair, and I am currently watching (and possibly crying over) season 2 of The Glee Project.
I also have two post ideas that are underway. They’re going to be good, I hope. And I’ll get to them eventually.
So this isn’t an apology. It’s practice. Practice at writing when I don’t feel like it. Practice giving myself some slack. And practice for y’all to read my blog even when I don’t have anything interesting to say. Suckers.
To be fair, I included shards of glass and people baked in pies, so I should at least get some interesting google search terms…