I’m always amazed how silent those assholes who make a snowball in the wintertime as visual “proof” there’s no such thing as global warming are when we have record high temperatures year after year.
I met my writing group at a restaurant and hoped I’d misunderstood the organizer’s text when she stated that she was sitting to the right outside as one approached.
She’d accurately communicated her location. Despite the drawn patio shades and ceiling fans, nothing could properly cool off 107 degrees in the shade. At one point, someone commented that the temperature felt cooler, to which I joked that it had probably gone from 107 to 105 since we were in Texas. I was right, as confirmed by the weather app on my phone.
That’s the same temperature as my Bikram yoga class, which was how I knew on some level what the temperature was before consulting my phone. And just like in Bikram class, I refrained from drinking alcohol. I opted for a glass of water and a mocktail, consisting of a refreshing mixture of turmeric, ginger and tonic water.
Although extreme heat causes sluggishness, I don’t credit the weather with my lack of creative motivation. My writing has dwindled to a trickle as very few of my good ideas and snippets of witty dialogue seldom make it on paper.
I’ve been far too preoccupied with making money, especially residual income. As I invest in one entrepreneurial thing after another, the day itself doesn’t actually get more productive in order to accommodate all the reading and studying I need to do to keep up.
At the same time, I don’t want to be that extremely reclusive person who works from home and hardly ever goes anywhere. Sure, that’s a great way to save money. Plus it’s tempting to stay out of this heat, but I suspect my increase in reclusiveness has played a role in why my writing has dipped.
I’m just about done with unpacking, so at least that part of my energy will no longer need to be diverted. Besides, the newly organized walk-in closet and bookshelf should, in the long run, be more conducive to projects in the future. Just need to get over the hump, whatever that truly is.