I didn’t want to write today. I have nothing to say, no insights to share. Well, other than my discovery of how incredible it is to get away from the computer and just sit and think about stuff. Instead of thinking with Google I’m actually using my own brain! That’s what I want to be doing right now instead of typing this.
However, I have committed to this challenge and I’m going to stick with it no matter how empty my head is, no matter how many people will fall asleep reading this. Then there’s the nagging idea that I should be working instead. This writing crap is just stalling, a clever way to procrastinate and make it look like I’ve achieved something at the end of the day. Oh how my sinister little brain keeps me tied up in emotional knots. Invisible shackles that can only be seen through the words on a page. That is my motivation for writing.
On a positive note, I have begun working on my novel again and I’ve made an agreement with a group of people to hold me accountable to writing two pages per day. That is also something I will complete before the day is done. Funny how I see the end of the day as the time when I have to pick up my son. Some kind of subtle reference to children marking the end of a parent’s life.
I used to think that meditation was a higher state of being than sleep. So many gurus and experts gave me that impression until I read this on Pinterest the other day:
Sleep is the best meditation.
- the Dalai Lama
Amen brother. I am so with you on this. Did you also notice how this post just jumps around with no real structure or theme? Yeah, me too. Oh well. There’s nothing in the rules that states the writing has to be good. So screw it. I’m outta here.