tonight I got nothing. Seriously, I have been trying to get inspired about writing some sort of post and am coming up blank. I am spinning my wheels here. Nothing on the Daring Greatly list is calling me, and the list of 100 questions? I want it to STFU, ya know? I have some posts started but I don’t FEEL like finishing them (you can start imagining a whiny voice at any point now…..)
I feel great, have had a great day…slept in, meeting with sponsee, 11th step yoga tonight, there’s nothing wrong. I am just counting this post as filler…I am not in the mood.
Anne Lamott talks about sitting down and writing anyway in Bird By Bird, as does Natalie Goldberg in Writing Down The Bones. They talk about being uninspired and going throughout the motions and letting it be ok.
So I am letting it be ok that I have nothing much to say here. I downloaded 3 new books: Gone Girl, Wild and Atul Gawande’s new book Being Mortal. Of course I started Gone Girl first, even though I went on Amazon to get Being Mortal. That’s kind of where my head is I guess, inane escapist mode….lets not tackle the heavy lifting when there is a good yarn to get lost in (I am assuming it’s a good yarn, I’ve been told it is).
That’s a metaphor for me right now, I think. This week would, in the past, be WAY heavy lifting, and instead I am enjoying it as a good yarn. I look at my calendar and see a lot of yoga, no grief groups to facilitate, fun Thanksgiving plans and an invitation to a party on Saturday. Of course, Friday will find me, as usual, in line at Walmart at 2 am…..
*shiver*…seriously? Just kidding!
I’m planning on a lot of netflix and reading and, hopefully, decent writing this week. But for now? Butt in chair, fulfill the blog-a day commitment.
While Anne Lamott talks about “shitty first drafts”, I am busy delivering a shitty FINAL draft.
Hopefully it will be better tomorrow (no promises!).
(That sentiment makes ME happy!)