I don’t think we realise just how fast we go until you stop for a minute and realise just how loud and how hectic your life is, and how easily distracted you can get.
How I wish an Enough Button existed in my life. A device enabling me to stop the world, to become inconsequential or invisible for 72 hours. Nothing would change in the great scheme of things. It granted the gift of unassailable solitude to draw in a series of deep cleansing breaths, and just be. To recharge. To be freed from the noise and chatter of the demands, distractions, and pressures of a hectic life. Freed from the sensory overload of a life full on. Yet the button’s magical powers would ensure Tess, John, Max, and Desiree’s needs were met.
No doubt Yoga Gurus, the Dali Lama, and his monks use prayer and meditation to escape being overwhelmed. The world’s driven achievers are blinkered and don’t require such a magical device. Their eyes are always on the prize and they can ignore or mow down obstacles in their path without a second thought.
Alas, neither scenario is the case for this old bird. A dysfunctional, sacrificial impulse pushes me to respond to calls for assistance no matter how hectic the day. Parks this writer’s journey. Precious writing time, my coping mechanism, sacrificed. Three weeks ago, the neglected sought restitution. No longer called but screamed for attention. The abuse drove me to write a short story for an annual local writer’s competition. Annual is the key word, as I scrambled to write and submit by the deadline. Despite my dissatisfaction with the story, the internal push to see it through felt good. Persevere and you will succeed. Right?
Yes and no. Like anything requiring careful crafting, a devotion of time to learn the skills required and execute them is essential. Shortcomings I suffer on both counts – time and learning the nuances of writing excellent short stories. Unlike writing a novel, short stories require one to be concise, clear, and constrained in the story telling. No subplots. No supporting cast. No poetic descriptions of place and time. The essential elements I admire in a good novel.
As for that 72-hour inconsequential and invisibility button? I’d enter my Revisionist Lair and focus on an unfinished project and attempt to understand what I’m revealing to myself. Perhaps I’d devote half-a-day to pleading forgiveness from my garden beds as I weeded, buried their dead, and offered a nutritious cocktail of goodness to nutrient depleted soil.
Though the sensory overload is uncomfortable, its manageable because I’m aware of my limitations. So rather than an Enough Button, I might install a Japanese soaking tub on my patio and relax under the watchful eye of Orion and Ursa Major; let the creative juices simmer. Yeah! That’s just the ticket to enable me to manage life full on.
How about you? How do you cope with the demands of a busy life? Is writing time sacrificed or do you manage to stake a claim on time and write? I’d love to hear from you.
Thanks for listening. Cheers.
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Alas, I have no solutions to figuring out how to get the writing time into my day. I haven’t been writing much this past summer, and mostly I’ve been trying not to feel too guilty about the fact. I do find solace in the great outdoors when I want to scream ‘enough’. I poke about in my garden grow boxes (where you beg forgiveness and bury the dead – love that image 🙂 ) If I can get myself outside when I’m agitated, anxious or despondent, my mood changes almost every time; and creative juices often begin to wake as well. (sometimes running away works too!)
Hey Bev – it’s a great mystery for far too many of us so don’t beat yourself up. Padding around in those woods and garden of yours must be therapeutic. Take heart, my friend, once the winter begins to make itself known, you will be granted the time and inspiration. Do take care.
I have a long talk with my dog while we walk the block. 😉
Anna from elements of emaginette
Great mind-clearing exercise and no backtalk. Can’t do much better than that!
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For me its the outdoors. It seems to re center me and since I spend so much time outside it only takes me 24 hrs to feel the 3 day Effect. Something about the smells and the sounds just brings me back to life. The feeling of being grounded, not the kind you get from you mom. LOL.
Ha-ha! I understand completely about the centring of oneself while outdoors. For all the conveniences we bring into our lives we are busier than ever. I find my most regenerative hours and greatest ah-ha moments while gardening or walking. What has been stewing in the back of my mind comes forward to clear a fog, offer a solution, or a expose a ‘you idiot’ moment. The later are always the best because it offers a terrific LOL moment that turns fellow trail walker’s heads. Thanks for sharing, Roxanne.