The Scariest Place on Earth
After several weeks off from writing, this chair is giving me anxiety. It's the same feeling I get any time I take off from working out. When I'm working out consistently I feel great. I feel strong. I feel better about myself. Then I get busy, take a few weeks off, make excuses, and before I know it, i feel completely out of shape with no desire to go to an exercise class. I know I need to but I know what awaits me on the other side. The other side is going to be hard. It's going to leave me sore in places I didn't know could be sore. I'm going to sweat which means I, inevitably, will have to shower and rinse my hair (Ladies, you know what a task this is.)
Writing feels like this sometimes. When I'm in the groove, it can be amazing. I feel like my brain is buzzing with ideas and my fingers aren't quick enough to type the words. Then I slack off for a bit. Summer comes. My kids are home all the time. I'm busy. I'm tired. I have excuses in spades as to why I can't find time to write. Then all of a sudden my kids are at camp and I have a few days to myself. I find myself looking at that chair, glaring at it really. Why can't I drag my tail off the couch and go sit in that chair and write? Because I'm out of practice. Because it's going to be hard. Because I'm going to have to make my brain form sentences.
Making sentences seems easy. We do it all the time with our mouths. We spew words all day every day like it's nothing. But try sitting down in front of a computer screen and typing letters to make words which will become sentences. Let me spare you the details and just tell you it can be painful. Keeping my tail in that chair can be painful. This is why I make excuses and avoid that chair like the plague.
But guess what? It's time to get back in shape. It's time to make sentences. It's time to get my butt in that chair. Ok, here goes. Be gentle...
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