Everything Is Progress
Or perhaps you’ve walked into your closet lately only to realize you have nothing to wear?
Full confession: I’m having one of those weeks (or maybe months). I am completely uninspired by anyone, especially myself! Submitting articles feels rote and stale (not that it matters,anyway , because my rejection list is growing like mint in a flower garden), writing anything of worth feels impossible (because important people have poetic and brilliant things to say), and if I hear one more person describe the benefits of working hard, pushing yourself, and selling harder, I’m probably going to start throwing decorative objects.
I’m so bored with it all. The most fun I have is silently arguing with memes and quotes posted on Facebook by well-intentioned individuals who are clearly doing a better job of staying afloat than I am. My current philosophical state includes You Tube clips of Jim Gaffigan, ridiculous animal videos (who films this stuff?!), and the endless holiday movie reel on the Hallmark channel. I mean, those are philosophies I can embrace at the moment.
You see, I was going to write something poignant on the attacks in Paris because I was there not so long ago and was horrified like everyone else, but it just didn’t sit right. Nothing is sitting right. My writing topics have dried up along with my wardrobe and meal planning abilities.
Do you ever feel like that? That your inspiration has taken a vacation?
Well, apparently I do.
Sadly, if I am to follow the frenetic ads on Facebook, I should be pulling myself up by the bootstraps, forcing myself through the pain, and never giving up. I don’t know about you, but the people telling me these things are people who have just bought a mansion, scored a celebrity client willing to pay millions, and been hired by Oprah’s empire.
If anyone happens to be where I am, here’s a suggestion: I have found the perfect antidote to annoying Oprah car-give-away enthusiasm and seemingly rampant success of others.
Three words: Christmas Romance Novels. Yes, that is happening here on a daily basis. In fact, it has happened far more this week than typing on a computer, reading Facebook, or working towards anything constructive. In some worlds, it’s probably piteous and shameful. Clearly, those people have not read a holiday romp by the master, Debbie Macomber.
Seriously, you are missing out.
You know what is weird about this? I haven’t read a novel in YEARS, and that is a fact, not hyperbole. I have no idea what invaded my good sense and prompted me to pick up a long forgotten book I had purchased one Christmas, but on a whim I did it. I couldn’t stop reading it. I read it faster than any book I’ve read since sixth grade. Then, I bought more and have been trucking through those faster than a mom eats her way through a child’s Halloween candy stash.
It’s kind of exciting.
Call it escape, call it irresponsible, call it what you will. I like to think of it as the artist’s way. Sometimes you just have to admit that your inspiration has broken up with you – or at the very least you’re on a break. Maybe that upcoming Thanksgiving dinner, Christmas list, Hanukkah planning, or home- based business needs you to step back and tell those motivated people out there killing it to “back it down”.
If you are one of those people out there rocking life and your mission, I salute you.
I’ll just be over here with my lazy apple turnovers and my Christmas romance novels.
I trust that even this is progress.
Peace & Light,
The Busy Buddha
Edited by: Sara Neyer
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They call these easy apple dumplings; I call them lazy apple dumplings. I just know that some pre-made dough and a few apples makes an awesome, quick dessert! These totally match my current attitude - which I am going to argue is totally delicious.
How can taking a mental break equal progress?