I did not want to write today. I haven’t felt like writing for the past week but I’m way behind on my blog updates. Just a minute ago I was sitting in the living room reading the brilliant new book by David Sedaris and now, all of a sudden, I’m typing. How did I get from there to here? How did I pull myself away from such a pleasurable activity to do something I’ve been fighting for seven days?
Here’s my secret process: I stood up, I walked over to the desk where my laptop was perched on it’s stand and unplugged the power cable. I sat back in the chair and clicked on the link to add a new post. Then I started typing about the very thing I was doing.
It’s hard to say which was more pivotal; the moment when I had the idea to put down the book and pick up my computer or the moment when I actually pried my ass out of the chair. Since I do a lot of thinking, far too much thinking, I’m going to credit my legs on this one. The very legs that bore the weight of my upper body as I leaned forward and stood up from the chair. The same legs that walked over to the desk to retrieve my computer.
My celebration is brief, however. After searching for a link to add to Mr. Sedaris’ name I realized that I paid far too much for the hard cover copy of his book. Instead of the $30 (plus tax) I just parted with I could have purchased the Kindle version for only $9.99. Now I’m using those same victorious legs to kick myself.
Damn legs. They were the ones who walked me into that fancy downtown bookstore in the first place. It was early, I was on my way to the dentist and obviously I wasn’t thinking clearly. Here I am, trying to unload as many of my possessions as possible and I go around mindlessly acquiring more! I’m also going around using far too many exclamation points in one short essay. The ref has made an appearance, and blown his whistle, it’s time to stop beating myself up now.
Today I walked by a homeless guy with a sign asking for work in exchange for food. He has a second sign hanging off of it the way a “sold” banner might hang off a real estate sign. It said,”Smile, it’s Friday”, and I couldn’t help but smile. I too am relieved it’s Friday, the thrill of the weekend carved into my bones despite many years of being self-employed and working pretty much 24/7 when it was necessary. Like many weekends there will be work to do but somehow the joy of Friday lifts my mood despite the dreary weather. I hope it lifts yours too.
This weekend I encourage you to just get up and do something you don’t want to do. Stop thinking about it and just move your legs in right direction. But don’t go impulsively buying things you might regret especially if they cost more than $10. If you want you can buy a copy of my book, it’s only $5 and if you read part of it and think it stinks just let me know and I’ll happily give you your money back.