Discovering the Relevance of Words
When I woke up this morning, it was raining. It’s still raining. Raining hard.
This weather has no respect. It doesn’t even seem to care that my dog and I wanted to go for a hike today. The fact that we had a plan seems to make absolutely no difference to these pressure systems and fronts that march across the countryside disrupting itineraries and literally raining on parades.
Well, you win, weather. I guess I just won’t get any exercise. I’m gonna be a little bit fatter today than I was yesterday, and it’s the environment’s fault.
There’s always a reason not to do something. There’s always someone or something to blame for not doing the things you feel you need to do.
For example, I didn’t write yesterday because I was unable to procure the meatball calzone I desired for lunch. This disappointment was enough to bring all my creative efforts crumbling down around me and put me into a strange trance. For a good hour I stared at this blank screen and thought about meatballs. And mozzarella. And tangy marinara sauce.
Is it lunchtime?
Regardless. The point is that the world is full of reasons not to do something. You don’t even have to look very hard to find them. They hover near the surface of your mind ready to make themselves heard the moment conviction falters. As soon as the excitement of starting a new first draft fades away it is replaced by all the reasons you’re wasting your time.
People say ignore them. I’m not sure that’s the way.
I want to spite them. I want to embrace these reasons not to do something while doing it anyway and smiling like a maniac.
As I put on my coat and pull up my hood to keep the rain off my head, I ask you: What’s your excuse?