Coming up for air

So, have you taken in the new year yet? It’s been 2014 for a little over a week now. Actually, it’s been about two weeks if you’re counting correctly. Anything changed for you yet? Anything worth reporting on? Celebrating, perhaps?

Well, as for me, I made some small goals last year and I was blessed by having several of those goals realized. And as a bonus, I had a few others come my way that I wasn’t expecting. That was very exciting. This is not to say that I didn’t experience some unexpected problems. I cut ties with my publisher; I gave up several social things (such as coaching and my wonderful bowling team) and my car was in the shop more than it was on the road. But if that’s all that I have to worry about, then I’m doing rather well.

In my last post, I stressed how I was going to not stress about the big goals I may have. To be better at taking things as they come. Turns out that’s a really hard thing to do for a Type A like myself. But that’s what I also love about it – the challenge. And because of said challenge, I did something to further stretch myself in the new year: I fasted from writing for a week. And when I say “writing”, I mean anything creative. No making notes, no blogging, no preparation – nada.

That probably doesn’t make much sense considering how I’m a writer. I need to write in order to survive – both financially and for my own peace of mind. So taking a break from writing may appear to be something like professional suicide. Like an employee who takes a week’s vacation without pay. But I knew this was a needed appointment with myself, regardless of my apprehensions towards the decision.

Why? Well, it’s simple: we need breaks. Fasting is more than just the act of being fast. And it’s more than just giving up something for a short while because you were told to do so. It’s a release. Too many times we find ourselves in the same old, same old. We repeat patterns of behavior, for good or bad, and we slowly grow accustom to the familiarity of whatever process we’ve adopted. What started out as inspirational may become routine; thus, lacking any heart, any conviction, or any proof of passion. That piece of us, the reminder, becomes buried beneath all the busy work of the objective. Pursuit is cast aside and the vision becomes clouded.

Knowing this, I took a breather. Writing can be a spontaneous yet grueling trade to take up, but I love it all the same. And as with anything that’s anchored in creativity, we need to take a hiatus once in a while. If nothing else, to be reminded of the call that we were given a long time before passion was replaced with procedure and process. Not that those things are bad – procedure and process – we need both to effectively live our lives, but we also need to have the passion to live it fully.

So here I am, a week later, and the writing juices are free to flow once more. I’m excited to see what happens.

Comments

  1. I’m proud of your discipline. Fasting in any form forces us to remember why we are fasting. One of the best actions for remembering why. Abstention gives of reason for the madness. I read your posts frequently and enjoy how they have evolved. Best of luck!

  2. How dare you take more than even a day off….

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  3. It’s always good to get perspective….

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