Encouragement.

May 11, 2015 § 5 Comments

On a day you cannot move forward, you do not feel in love, you do not feel proud, you do not feel inspired, you do not want to find the energy, the effort to press, press, push.  On a day when the shores are too far gone and you have no choice but to float, to glide, to wait until one or the other becomes an option.  On a day that comes right in a string of days that lack reward, that do not fool you into believing you are doing it.  When you are not thriving, winning, moving with the current to carve the landscape.  On a day when you have not changed.

What do you do?

Do you draw circles on the page in your favorite ink just to feel your hand move on the page like a child rocking themselves to sleep?  Like a smoker chewing gum?  Not real, but better than nothing.

Better than nothing days.  I know better than to think they won’t come, and thankfully I am wise enough to know they will go. They grate on me, the minutes scraping by, every one of them trying to convince me that I am standing still, waiting.  Not working.  Not blowing anyones mind.  Not feeling the electric current of inspiration coursing through my being.  Not living up to my expectations.

Yes, that is my expectation. The electric current of the universe coursing through my being.

What do I do on the days that aren’t like that?

First, I throw a fit and panic.  I get myself so worked up in the doom of it all that I cannot possibly be a pleasant member of the Saturday morning breakfast table conversation with the tacos and the coloring books and the family I am clearly failing.  I sit at my desk, face down in my notebook, begging it to please swallow my head. I very dramatically sob because the universe has very dramatically abandoned me. My husband leaves me to it because after ten years of marriage there is grace and there is wisdom.  And because what I do next, often enough that I am still here, still writing these words, still moving this body, still married to this man — I get up.

With no electricity or enthusiasm, I climb onto the rails of the day.  I set the table, I chew the food, I admire the exquisite Crayola masterpieces.  I clear the table, I find the leotards, I braid the hair.  We gymnastic.  And the day goes on like this, with me on the train that is moving despite the empty sack of inspiration I’m dragging along behind it.  Without fail I make it to bedtime grateful that my doing did not match my feeling.

As a person who regularly lists ZEAL (always all caps) in her top three core values, accepting that my own boredom is not a symptom of failure and irrelevant to others, continues to be one of my most formidable adulthood challenges.

My family does not require zealously scrambled eggs.  My daughters do not require zealously applauded cartwheels.  The milk flows freely from my breast regardless of how excited I am about it, and when I sit my body down on the couch, my family gathers around its automatically warmed 98.6 degrees and is mostly content just to have me there.  Just to have me there.

So I offer this to you today, creator who found no inspiration waiting for them this morning, mother who woke up to mess, noise, and no help, anyone on psychiatric medication, and every other already tired human being who got up anyway: today, your boring, uninspired presence is doing work.  You are on the train and the train is moving.  You are in the river and the river is flowing.  You are all the wonderful mixed metaphors that say breathing today is better than nothing.

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