Don’t Think Too Hard About It
Life appears more and more surreal as time goes on. I’ve seen more than one reference to the Bill Murray movie Groundhog Day in my social media. We are living the same day over and over again, with no hope for any relief in the near future.
I never imagined I would be in this situation. My thoughts shift and change daily. Strike that, hourly. There is no blueprint for where we are traveling, at least not one that was written in any of our lifetimes.
Wouldn’t it be nice?
There are parts of this existence that I was curious about in my pre-Corona life. I always wondered about working from home. What would it be like to be completely in control of my time? What would it be like to be a full-time writer? Is it worth it to trade freedom for security?
I have found the reality to be harder than I imagined, even with the assurance that I am still receiving a regular paycheck from my day job! I have mad admiration for all those folks who successfully carve out room for a successful career in their living space.
I wonder, for these kinds of entrepreneurs, is there less of a boundary between work and non-work life? I have long suspected that for people who hustle, the hustle itself is part of what they enjoy in life. For these folks, when the two bleed together, it is perhaps more exciting than stressful.
Poet at heart
I am not wired to hustle, unfortunately. I’m more of a spastic daydreamer. Ideas fire off in my imagination, but they are not ones that could make any money. Or maybe they could if I had the hustle to work on them!
One thing I have been able to get done this week is to participate in the National Poetry Month poem-a-day challenge. This is a great way to help me loosen up and continue to work on my craft while not being too precious about my poems.
It’s easy for me to get caught up in analyzing my own work, which isn’t always helpful. As a great poetry teacher once told me, you know your poem has come alive when you feel it. You don’t always have to think that hard about it.
In fact, an over-intellectualized poem is no fun and won’t come alive for the reader, either, unless they are into the same geeky literary references as you.
Today I’m grateful for…
Today I’m grateful for the organizers of National Poetry Month for giving us daily prompts and providing a creative purpose and distraction during this difficult time.