It never ceases to amaze me – the amount of hours one works in the real world is directly proportionate to the eradication of the creative mind in the artistic world, especially following a long season of working in the hospitality business.
I remember my Physics teacher in Grade 11 throwing around words like ‘inertia’ and ‘for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction’ but I don’t remember studying the direct correlation of physical exhaustion to prolific brain death. Sure, the basic functions in my body still happen – I breathe in and out, I walk and talk, but the rest of me seems to be on autopilot – like that object in motion that tends to stay in motion.
I want to be an object at rest and I want to remain at rest for at least 48 hours. I want to have my brain back – the brain that wakes me up at night, swirling words around in circles until I can grab them all from those cartoon word clouds above my head. I want the ability to form those words into whimsical, thoughtful or romantic lines and be able to feel that creative flow coursing through my veins.
I wonder what Newton’s theory would be on my chances of winning the lottery and being able to spend my precious moments writing a best-seller? Time + creativity = true bliss. Until that moment, I shall struggle through the hours required at my job and hope my brain can keep up the frantic pace until Thanksgiving comes and goes. Then, and only then, will I finally be able to strip myself of my frenzied schedule and bathe myself in lethargy.
Ha.. I always find it hard to believe that the purpose of life is to work yourself to the point where you wish for lethargy… better to write actually
Well, as you know, I’m with you on this one!!
I hear you. After a long, long summer, I am now doing my best to adjust to supporting the crazy work schedule of my student boy and my teacher spouse — all while juggling my own freelance schedule. To accomplish this, apparently, I need to get up a 5:30 every morning, though I’m not quite sure why.
I hope I don’t have to resort to that!! Glad to see you back again. 🙂
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