What a weird time of my life, not just because of the recent presidential elections, but almost in spite of it. I’m working for long stretches of time, speed reading in between calls with prospective clients, exercising every day and in the “free” snatches of time, creating art. Always in motion, even when I’m sleeping.
Yet, I question if this is truly what I want out of life. Certainly, I’m living a financially sustainable life for the first time in a couple of years. And I love that I continue to hone my new-found skill of sales, especially from home. But…
Where’s that other part of my life where I work on writing projects every day? I miss that daily routine, which apparently served more than a mere routine. It was the daily expression of tapping into that level of creative thinking that is missing in my life.
Some people need their morning coffee and others need a daily vitamin. Apparently, I need a daily dose of writing. This new work schedule has displaced my writing and yet, I feel myself propelled forward, almost leaving writing behind.
I cannot be into my own head to write in between calls like I can when reading. I value getting a full night’s sleep; so waking up earlier to write doesn’t seem quite right. At the end of the day, crafting where I must sew, cut out things or glue them fit the bill perfectly at that time of day. Which only leaves the long stretches of time on the weekends as the “perfect” times to write. Even that time gets chopped into pieces with other things that need to be done, especially socializing.
I pick and choose events where I can either hang out with other creative people for inspiration or get together with the few friends I manage to have, given the fact that I’m still allergic to most forms of social media.
At this point, I know I need to return to the basics: writing in the morning. My only expectation will be to do how many minutes the morning routine allows me to do. Just like the good ol’ days when I was writing my first novel and I’d hurriedly add, edit or delete something within a minute. From there, my impossible schedule adjusted.