Optimism is essential for a healthy life, healthy vision in particular…sort of like Vitamin A. In fact, for the purposes of today’s post, optimism IS Vitamin A for AWESOME. Yet, especially since the pandemic made landfall we ALL know things have been far from awesome.
A lot has downright sucked.
I’m still teaching and fast-drafting and working because that is what professionals and—sigh, adults—do. But admittedly? It’s been a struggle. I’ve not left my house in 2.5 years because of the pandemic, multiple illnesses, and back in the spring we had to put my FIL in hospice.
Every day I have a husband or a son who might randomly start crying because everything is in the air. They feel powerless. Because they feel powerless, I want to cry because I want to make it all better and I can’t make it all better but also suck at this ‘crying thing.’
And there is always that inner voice saying, “Why are you so upset? What do YOU have to cry about? You could be a refugee starving in Africa and your children dying of dysentery while you’re running from warlords….WHEN YOU HAVE NO LEGS! You terrible awful person! For you, life is amazing and you are ungrateful.”
Maybe it is just me?
Call Me, Ms. Optimism
In 2009, when my grandmother (who reared me, so essentially my mom) was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s, I kept a good attitude. There were new medications, new treatments to slow down how quickly the disease could progress.
I’d bring Spawn (then a baby) to see her and they’d play Bubble Guppy games on my—okay, his—iPad. Brain games to combat the Alzheimer’s.
Then, my favorite aunt’s heath began failing, the woman who still did her own yard work even though she was ninety-four. Often, she’d be in the hospital at the same time as my grandmother, sometimes in the next room.
Optimism to the rescue. Hey, I can visit them at the same time. Read to them, bring flowers, bring the baby, and save time and gas.
In 2010, when my husband received orders to deploy to fight in Afghanistan, I maintained my optimism. We could do this! Sure, I was a new mom with a baby and a once-solid family that suddenly was crumbling and now my husband was heading for a war-zone, but I could do this.
Maybe I’d write a book about it.
On and on, death after death, loss after loss, through hurts, illnesses, and betrayals so deep I wondered if I might die…I maintained my optimism. Granted, I didn’t shine nearly as brightly, but the world had enough darkness. I didn’t need to add to it.
Nobody cared about my sob story.
Feeling Fixation
When it comes to being a writer, I’ve been on both sides of the fence. I’ve been the newbie who wrote when I felt like it, when I was ‘in the mood.’ I let everyone and everything get in the way of sitting down and putting words on the page.
Then, I learned that amateurs listen to their feelings and professionals get to work and get $#!@ done anyway.
I blogged no matter what. Someone died the night before? I’d cry after I posted and made word count. Deadlines gave no figs about feelings. If I wanted to be the best of the best, I needed to adopt habits of excellence.
This is very true.
I’ve been blessed to meet and know many of my author heroes (mega authors, names y’all would KNOW), and I’ve seen them make deadlines and keep writing when their world was literally falling apart.
Writing through pain, through parents dying and children passing and health crises and on and on. Putting words on a page in hospital rooms, during dialysis, right before and after major surgeries.
Granted, I want to point out these incredible authors did this for more reasons than simply being professionals. Writing was also a way of easing their pain.
But, still…pretty inspiring.
Suffice to say, when I’d meet a new ‘aspiring’ writer who told me they couldn’t write or even think of building a platform because they were SO BUSY. Because of the day job, kids, and family they simply ‘couldn’t find the time’ (as if time was laying around in the couch cushions).
My response? Pick another profession.
I didn’t have a lot of sympathy.
To be blunt, I still don’t.
We’ve become a culture driven by moods and that isn’t healthy. I can’t count how many writers I’ve encountered who claimed they wanted my help to be to be the next J.K. Rowling, George R.R. Martin, Stephen King, Sue Grafton, etc. etc. but after we talked? They lost all their enthusiasm because being a mega-author was just so much…WORK.
Yeah…it is.
Or they’d write the next great novel—because it is so EASY—if only they had the TIME. Well, we were in lockdowns for how long? And maybe I missed the new dark horse Nora Roberts, but…
No, success, like in anything, takes years of work. Life doesn’t stop in the meantime just because we have a dream.
Granted, optimism sometimes is the lone lifeline we will have to keep hold of that dream. Optimism in the face of loss, suffering, pain, and betrayal can often be the only thing that keeps us putting one foot in front of the other.
It’s been that way for me.
When people I loved, whom I believed also loved me did the unthinkable? Hurt me in ways I still can’t wrap my head around? I HAD to believe something good would come out of it or risk coming apart at the seams.
Light Through the Cracks
There’s a meme/story I’ve seen passed around Facebook, particularly in spiritual circles. The idea of a broken vessel fashioned back together and how the light can shine through the cracks. Thus, the vessel is all the more beautiful for being broken, blah, blah, blah.
That is a lovely story, one full of optimism. It’s a story that I wanted to punch in the face…provided a story could be punched in the face.
Optimism Overdose
I come from a rough background and Viking stock. Was taught to have a pretty high tolerance for pain physical and emotional which can be good…but there is a fine line between being dependable and just plain being an idiot.
Getting up, getting to work, willing myself through even when I am mentally all over the place.
Back in my last major season of serious struggle, I defaulted to the methods that have gotten me through more tragedies than I care to relay, namely listening to positive books and willing myself to focus on what I am thankful for.
Surprise, surprise, it didn’t work. When the books that normally perked me up only sent me into depression or a rage, I downloaded a new book.
I $#@! you NOT, the first five minutes were full of that SAME STUPID ADVICE. Optimism is the answer. Focus on your blessings, on gratitude. Be thankful. Choose your attitude.
I lost it. Furious, I returned the book. I’d had enough. So help me, if anyone ‘sent in the clowns,’ I might have set them on fire. A daisy? I would have stabbed it. Our culture is dying because of a sugar addiction literally and metaphorically. Not only that but…
We are ALL TURNING ORANGE from too much Vitamin Awesome. And here we thought it was a bad spray-tan….
And I get it. We are a society out of whack. One side is all doom and gloom and manufacturing reasons to be in perpetual despair/hysteria. Our social media feeds are filled with people enraged over some fresh drama de jour.
Rage porn is the new social addiction.
Humans are addicted to being outraged. They ‘spread awareness’ all over our feeds so much that our every nerve-ending is exposed and raw. We can’t bear to open Facebook, let alone consider using it to ‘build a platform.’ Twitter? It’s basically MORDOR.
And, since everything hurts, we shut down.
To combat the rage porn, the sugar junkies post happy thoughts of the day and inspirational quotes on Instagram. Filtered images and cropped lives and tips for better this and better that, and how to enjoy the most from soup and laugh at salad.
I can’t help but look at my piles of laundry, the floor covered in grit because Nelson—albeit the fluffy adorable love of my life—flings kitty litter like friggin’ fairy dust.
I can’t stop staring the stacks of mail I have to sort through, the closets I need to organize, the…the…the…and all I can think is…
Did I FAIL Adulting 101?
You know that dream where you showed up to a class you didn’t know you were taking and it was the day of the final? And you hadn’t studied because you didn’t even have the book because you didn’t even KNOW YOU WERE TAKING THE CLASS?
THAT was the class that taught you how to be a functional adult, Kristen.
#ItAllMakesSenseNow
But don’t worry, these folks write scads of books giving advice on how to ‘turn that frown upside down’…and I want to burn it all down.
ALL OF IT.
Great People Sometimes Break Down
I’m like all of you guys. We’re all wonderfully different, and we all view life through our own unique lens. My lens is as a Texan reared in the Bible Belt. I frequently joke to fellow Christians that 1 Kings 19:5-15 is the first documentation of an angelic visitation with a Snickers bar.
Angel: Elija, so want you to know He DID receive your message. ‘You want to die.’ Yeah, so, request denied. Also, The Big Guy sent me to tell you that you’re a great prophet…but a total diva when you don’t eat.
My POV? We don’t need another coffee mug, screensaver or mouse track pad with inspirational quotes. I adore Ghandi as much as the next person, but some days…just stop.
For my fellow faith folks, sometimes we don’t need any more uplifting scriptures..though maybe we could modify them?
Oh the plans I have for you, plans to cry your eyes out, eat all the nachos and finally admit you miss that person who stabbed you in the back and that it is okay to miss them even if it is NOT okay to let them come back in and wreck your life again…Amen.
Book of Lambentations 😀 …
#OhTheIrreverence
Lighten up. We’re all friends here.
Again, BALANCE the Optimism
It has been hotter than the hammered hinges of hell in Texas. I’m going through growing pains as a professional writer because publishing in the digital age is more slippery than eels in baby oil.
The point of all of this is, do not feel the need to always look on the bright side or for the silver lining. Embrace the darkness, move through it and give yourself permission to not be okay. Because, if I have learned anything through MANY seasons of being ‘not okay’ it’s that the more we avoid it, the worse it will be when the dam breaks.
Or is it the damn?
And ironically, I get that I am being somewhat of a hypocrite. Writing a post to make you feel better about not being okay. It is a mind-bender, so yeah just roll with it.
Life is a lot of things, a learning curve being one of them. I am still striving to balance the line between TOTAL FLAKE and WORK NAZI. If I locate it? Y’all will be the first to know.
What Are Your Thoughts on Optimism O.D.?
Do you wonder if you missed the Adulting 101 classes too? Is it hard to look at social media sometimes? Either the whole world is crap and burning down or we have to learn how ten ways to fit yoga and green juice into our lives?
Do you miss being unreachable? I take time regularly off social media because I’m already aware I’m a nut…but STILL.
Is it hard to see what you do well, what you have accomplished? Do you have a hard time being negative, too? It’s hard for me to cry, to be angry, to confess that I don’t want to look at my blessings. I want to scream and eat tacos but that’s a good way to choke #DontDoThat.
Am I off base? I firmly believe in gratitude and optimism and how we do have a choice in where we focus, but the all-sugar-all-the-time seems just as toxic as the rage channel.
Sometimes I just want to be in pain, to feel it and be allowed to feel it. I don’t WANT another blog about how to fix it. And yes, again, I admit that is COMPLETELY hypocritical but whatever. I love life tips, but also believe a good day of ranting and ax-throwing might make me feel better.
What are your thoughts…other than I’ve finally gone off the deep end?
Hint: Been here all along 😛
I love hearing from you!
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You are NOT going off the deep end, Kristen! I love that you are so real and honest and that your blogs bring up stuff that I’m currently working through. It’s wild to me how we can be so on the same wavelength. BTW, I don’t subscribe to any blogs except yours and one by a cook (who happens to be quite good at writing too). You should feel honored. 😉 Love your stuff. Keep on. 🙂
One who blesses his friend with a loud voice early in the morning,
It will be considered a curse to him. Proverbs 27:14.
(I suspect the original Hebrew included something about throat-punching the blesser.)
Damn. You’re a hell of a writer. Sorry about all that other stuff.
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Well, I have had a lot of good things happen too. It was just life and the older you get it seems the more pressure there is in the firehose we’re drinking from.
Way different lens than you, Kristen, but totally hearing you. My supposition is the people (including some good friends) who can’t go a day without posting a half dozen “isn’t it all glorious?” FB memes …? They’re just a screaming ball of jelly inside, dancing on the edge of a precipice. But then, we all have our ways of coping {side-eying myself).
Glad you’re still kicking.
Probably have some time this afternoon to watch one of the KL classes I purchase-binged recently.
Keep on. And thanks. A reminder that writing is about writing is *always* timely.
I avoid social media for my sanity most of the time. Then, on the days when I feel balanced enough to deal with it, I dip my toes in. It’s difficult to find the right balance between going after what I want and protecting what I don’t want to lose. I was in such a dark place recently that I won’t push myself past what I know I can handle. Sometimes that simply means being self-indulgent and wallowing in my fantasy world while the real world argues about gas prices face masks.
I don’t know whether you’re my hero or to feel sorry for you. I’m also suffering in the Texas heat, have a cat that flings a cupful of litter on the floor each day and have a some Viking blood. My grandfather, Olaf Andersen, was born in Denmark, and his father was Hans Christian Andersen. Nope, not that Hans Christian Andersen.
As another self-isolationist [same 2.5 years and counting], I had to leave Twitter because the rage was becoming unmanageable. My rage. And I couldn’t write. And I hated humanity [ok that one is still simmering below the surface just waiting for the next trigger]. And I couldn’t write. I did keep my blog going, but that was ‘easy’ writing. I couldn’t write fiction.
The stories are starting to come back, but they are hard work. These days I give myself a pat on the back if I can write 500 good words. Or 200. Or sometimes just 50. Hang in there. You’re not alone.
What I find as a HELPFUL Scripture when people are going through things, and boy could I tell you stories, is Ecclesiastes 3. There is a time for everything, including feeling the dumpster fire that is the world. The Bible calls it mourning, but as you said, we’re all friends here. Emotions are a volcano. Either you figure out ways to let off steam or you will explode. The explosion will not be on your timetable either. Coping mechanisms are necessary, especially when you would rather deal with the emotions of someone else(that you love, not a rando) rather than your own.
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Well, the post was long enough without me introducing a scriptural debate, but there are a lot of well-meaning Christians who really need to read more of the Bible. They (well-intending) say things that not only aren’t in the Scripture, but are insane if you thing about it. “God will never give you more than you can handle.”
That is a misstated scripture that states God will never allow too much temptation without providing a way out. If we never had anything we couldn’t handle, why would be need God? Why would a God who wants a relationship render himself unnecessary. Statements like that impress upon us (at least subconsciously) that WE should be God and we simply can’t.
Like you mentioning Ecclesiastes and Deborah mentioning the Psalms, there are all kinds of places in the Bible, New Testament and Old that TELL us to get angry, to go through the grief, the sorrow, etc. but to cry out to God. This new sugar-coated Christianity might mean well but it is, in my POV, shallow. Like trying to sustain in Flintstone vitamins because we prefer something that tastes like candy than eating healthy for actual nutrition.
I like the ‘feeling the dumpster fire that is the world.’ YEP. Go read about Gideon or Nehemiah or Noah, or, or or…LOL.
Just it can feel in our modern ‘filtered’ lives that it is only okay to get angry/upset about outside events but anything personal needs to be airbrushed. We cannot help the world if we do not first help ourselves.
? relatable!
OMG. How I needed to read this. Especially today. Every point hit home (and with such outstanding eloquence, I must add). LOL. Raising my java mug in a toast to all who truly understand what you said.
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Raising mine now. And no inspirational quote. Reads, “I don’t like morning people. Or mornings. Or people.” Which, technically isn’t true but since I am giving myself permission to be grumpy 😛
That’s something I like about the Psalms. There’s the “praise the Lord everything is glorious” bits and there’s the “I’m just a worm and everyone hates me, do me a solid and destroy them all” bits. We don’t have to be sitting there frantically pretending we don’t feel how we feel, while God sits there knowing perfectly well how we feel and wondering when we’re finally going to talk to Him about it.
If God wanted us to put a nice face on things He would have given us more than one face.
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I love everything about this comment. And YES!
I’ve also had a super close relationship severed, and I also get tired of all the super charged “it’s all good” when it’s not all good. And I do tell myself, I have nothing to complain about for the same reasons as you mentioned. But truth is, we all have ups and downs, and other people’s sufferings don’t take away from our own. Why pretend we’re brilliant when we’re not? A burden is a burden is a burden; good to deal with them as they land on us, instead allowing them to pile on top of each other. Here in Australia, we’ve had to deal with our fair share of insanity … Writing is the best escape for all kinds of hurt.
You’re not alone on the precipice. A long-time (and still a persistent) optimist, several traumatic events and nine years of learning to pray by writing about the prayers of the Bible have helped me to learn to lament, a valuable aspect of prayer that many spurn or even condemn. Thank you for kicking me into awareness about letting “squirrel” tasks distract me from my writing goals.
I’ve had that dream!
Probably because when i was at college I didn’t turn up for half the classes (and I still passed so… how useful was that course?) Mostly i had the exam dream when starting a new job. (I haven’t had it since retiring.)
Sugar is bad for you – doesn’t every nutrition blog tell you so?
The other bit of your post I bonded with 100% is…Nobody cares about my sob story.
You can tell that when their eyes glaze over.
I will turn it into a short story and enter yet another competition.
Surely, you are Miss optimism ?
Great writer at that???
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Usually. I have a bad habit of masking hurt with humor or work. When my father died badly and unexpectedly in 1999, I actually showed up to work the next day and had no idea why they thought I would be staying home since I hadn’t called in other than to say my father had died. It’s been a long road of learning stoicism is great but can be bad in too high of a dose.
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You are really stubborn and brave?
You actually did that?
Anyways, it’s left for you to control.
Hurray Kirstin! You have given me permission to *spam* all Happy-Clappy emails to make room for the serious stuff. Love your logic on staying optimistic by throwing a few well-aimed axes. Ugg!
It’s okay to cry. And scream. Crying gets the sad out of you. Screaming gets the anger out of you. Can’t keep it all inside. Gotta get it out in a safe way – not hurting yourself or others.
I just snorked iced coffee through my nose at Lambentations.
Thanks for your transparency, and all the painful laughter I suffered while reading this post. There are times when Everything Just Sucks…
Friends help. Iced coffee and good books and primal screaming help.
Thanks for helping. Mwah.
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It is good to laugh when it sucks. I just have to be careful because I use humor as a deflection to not actually FEEL what I really need to FEEL.
I SO relate to this, Kristen. I try to always remain optimistic in any situation, but sometimes… Well, one thought hit me as I read this sentence, “Embrace the darkness, move through it and give yourself permission to not be okay.” Without darkness, light is not visible. So, it’s in that contrast we find what we need. Great post!
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Fabulous observation! Yep.
I love all your posts, Kristen, but I really love this one. Maybe this is a bit tangential, but you made me think about my coming out of several years of severe depression (basically in remission the past few years). I had to learn some things to survive, especially in the beginning, when I didn’t want to survive. I had to allow that some things I would never be able to fix. Some questions I would never be able to answer. It was okay to just do the minimum sometimes. It was okay to feel what I wanted or not feel anything. No time is wasted if it’s a gift to yourself. Allowing yourself to just survive means you’ll be around to be a gift to others in the future, because there are pretty good odds things will get better.
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Awww, thank you so much. Yes, I think we creative people can really struggle. I know I feel like I am always supposed to fix everything and should always be doing my best and that is not realistic or sustainable. But like y’all I am a WIP. These posts are terrifying to write, but I think we need to give each other permission to be humans. And so happy you are here with us and I SO get it. I’ve had bouts of the blues I didn’t think I’d SURVIVE. This blog helps because I have you guys and feel I am here for y’all and at least in that way I matter.
***I know I matter in other ways but when you’re really in the mean reds life is rarely logical.
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Oh, Kristen. Oh, oh, Kristen. Some days you channel my thoughts to such a degree that I’m wondering if I should have an MRI to get my brain swept for bugs. 😀
Thank you for this reminder, as always. I’ve always told people I’m an optimist, but there are days when it’s hard to be one for everything you’ve listed above and more. I find that on those bad days when there’s nothing good, nothing positive to focus on, I just spend my minutes and hours focusing on getting through the day. The rest, I decide, can sort itself out later.
It’s sort of the same approach I used to take with the kids when they were little and parenting used to be too much. I would just keep reminding myself that bedtime was X hours away and use that to get me through.
Here’s to not being so optimistic on some days!
I hope you feel a bit better now. Sometimes a good rant helps.
And there is every reason to feel not good. Wildfires raging, everywhere in the world it seems, wars, violent demonstrations, floods, high winds and hurricanes, high inflation, poverty, hunger, persecution, endangered species, pollution of air, water and ground, increasing stupidity of people, politicians who want to be dictators, far right and Nazis increasing, disappearance of grammar, selfishness, pandemics. I think I’ll stop there. I’m depressing myself.
But while it’s OK to be not OK, it’s still pretty damned uncomfortable when you aren’t.
Dear Kristen, I have to preach this Sunday and the OT lesson is from 1 Kings 19. I’m borrowing your Snickers bar story. Thank you so much! It should shake the congregation to their core. Or maybe make them hungry. Seriously, I may never read that passage again without thinking of Snickers.
Oops, those question marks are supposed to be smiling emojis. Guess emojis aren’t allowed in replies. You get my drift 🙂 And I think I can safely state we’re all very glad you’re around for us, too.
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LOL yeah I was getting a bit confused WHAT they were but was pretty sure the code was at fault and you weren’t blasting out ? marks 😀 .
I was going to a Presbyterian church before the pandemic. My faith has drifted sideways during the isolation and political upheavals. What helps me get through hard times are books by Pema Chodron, the Buddhist writer. She talks about dealing with pain (mental and physical) by turning toward it. Sometimes fear and avoidance of pain makes pain that much worse. And holding back emotions leads to vivid moments after the dam finally bursts.
I sympathize with your comments about betrayal. It’s hard to deal with a backstabber who is very close. When it happens to me, I start to wonder about who I can trust.
Another excellent post. Very relatable. I’ve cycled through most of this and some deviations of my own and I’m sure if we lived in the same neck of the woods, I’d enjoy having a cold one with you. Adulting is overrated but easier to fake when you don’t have spouse/spawn. I’ve arrived at a place where I now navigate whatever the hell this is with the reminder that “there is no spoon”.
Good rant. Thanks.
All I can say is Thank You! Virtual hug.
I love how you so honestly expose your feelings through your writing. The good, the bad, the funny, and the not so funny. It’s also reassuring that there are so many of us who are dealing with the same mixed bag of emotions. There are days that we all need help to keep going, just to put one foot in front of the other. Thanks for sharing your bits of wisdom with all of us and for being that inspiration to keep writing.
I loved this post so much, I just may take one of your classes.
Book of Lambentations ? … LOL. I’m pretty sure we all needed to hear this. When I have a down day, I allow myself to have a down day instead of denying how I feel or telling myself not to feel that way. See the nut. Be the nut.
This one may be your finest hour of human wisdom, but it seems such a thought enters my head after reading your posts. By the mind devolved into “Monty Python and the Holy Grail” moments. All the best, or worst, whichever the moment prefers.
Good Lord . . . the MOST impressive thing about this post is that you strung those words together and made perfect sense in a place where nothing is making sense right now. I got past the ‘chemo brain’ only to encounter the ‘covid brain,’ so I live in the “trying to find the ax” sector most days. But this struck a chord because I’ve worked hard the past few weeks to FIND THE TIME to make *&%# happen. Love you, Lady. Thank you for finding the time to help make us stay real.
Okay, so I read the thing on the viking “trying to find my damn ax that was in my hands 2 second ago thing” to my wife. Because that’s funny, we all do that. But then, I’d been trail building about 2 months ago in a remote area with a bunch of young men from Trail Life, and someone set down my 4.5 pound Collins ax, and promptly forgot where they set it.
Now, please don’t get me wrong–it’s just an ax–but we did a subsequent trip (12 miles round trip in one day) hiking in to see if we could find the ax. We found a rattlesnake and a bear, but no ax.
So my wife says, after I read that thing, “You really miss that ax.”
Me: What? No! This has nothing to do with that. This is a viking thing.
Her: No. You miss the ax.
Sigh.
If it makes you feel better, the king of the horrible motivational poster “Hang in there, Baby” with the kitten hanging from a rope was a guy named Victor Baldwin, who photographed his cat in 1963, and later decided to start selling the posters. If it helps at all, remember the cat eventually DOES have to let go and land and go about its business of spreading litter from the litter box all around parts of the house that you don’t want to clean. I’m sure there’s some meaning in there somewhere, but I haven’t found it.
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It is true. We do need to let go. I took a couple days off after posting this. I was just so shredded and all my efforts were an exercise in circling the drain. Feeling a lot better. Unfortunately, burnout and stress have the same effects as drinking. It removes your ability to think clearly, which is why people need designated drivers. The drunk honestly BELIEVES they are okay to drive. It takes an outside person to intervene. Stress does the same thing. What we most need, unfortunately we are the last to see. I think posting this blog and seeing all the thoughtful comments was a wakeup call for me. I was ground to a nub and just kept trying to put in more TIME to compensate.
And yes it is a Viking thing and I would have gone looking for my axe as well. Mine are REALLY nice. Thanks for the lovely comment!
Your blog definitely hits close to home. As a teen who hasn’t even started high school, writing a book has been a near impossible task. I only ever write when, as you said, I’m ‘in the mood’. The pain that prevents me from writing is that I am not good enough. My writing will never be as good as someone like you. I’m too young to have the experience to write a book that people will enjoy. Sure, my progression over the year has been massive, but I will never be able to match the shear amount of work it takes to be an author. Or so I thought before reading this blog post. Your blog has really shed a new perspective on writing a book. And as a pre-published author, I thank you for you opinion. I hope I never forget what you have done for me today.
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Oh HONEY! Writing a book is HARD. The fact you are even as far as you are is incredible. I was 35 and writing when I was ‘in the mood.’
And you’d be shocked. You might not have the experience, but you offer a fresh perspective. Just remember that, while it is a lot of work, anything worth having is a lot of work. Also, all big things are merely a compilation of a LOT of little things. If you wrote three pages a day, you’d have a respectable first draft in 67 days or roughly 9 weeks. Three pages is doable. That is 750 words.
But, I will say any career, even one you love (or probably especially one you love because it’s easy to overdo it) can get overwhelming. It would be one thing if all I had to do was write, but like you even know…life can get in the way. It isn’t JUST the writing, it is all the stuff AND writing. Everyone needs a breather now and again. And we creative types tend to feel emotion more acutely than most people. Part of why it’s also good to FEEL the bad stuff is because those emotions are the driving force of great fiction. If we don’t stop long enough to feel our experiences, not only will we struggle personally, but we’ll ALSO have a hard time recreating them for an audience.
I am glad you are so open to learning and thrilled to meet you!
I have WALKED this same road!! Unfortunately, I truly didn’t have time to write because during 2020 not only were we on lockdown, but we were on lockdown WITH my dying MIL. Listening to every breath via a baby monitor and, no lie, not being able to do ANYTHING because we were being called downstairs every 5 minutes or less for some task (readjusting her oxygen, helping her to the toilet, emptying her toilet, and so on…). I know my writing suffered during those days, and our grief has extended about two years in many forms. I’m just now blogging again. And on the religious side… I had a (thankfully short) season where I was *mad at God*. As a Christian we are often encouraged to not be angry. I wanted to trust and be optimistic. I did… somewhere inside. But I was also lying to myself in order to “not be angry”. But you know what? God already knows our hearts. He knew I was angry and hurting. And the moment I acknowledged that, it was so FREEING. I am only human and I feel ALL the emotions. I mean, Christ came that we might have life more abundantly, right? So… I grieved. That grief is exactly what allowed me to move forward and trust God again. I learned it’s okay to feel all the things, so long as we don’t remain there. I wish writing had been a way to manage through, but for me it wasn’t. So I’m re-learning a lot, and rebuilding a lot. But for me, that’s okay. 🙂 Love your blog! And thanks.