It’ been a while since I’ve had any consistency with writing, a lot of this is down to the fact that getting back into work after this chronic period has been tough and as usual taken most of my energy in a day.
I’ve also been putting off spending money on my self again. Poor Ray has been trying to get me to buy my camera for nearly a year now, but even in the little things I let my needs slide. This hesitancy has been my curse for a long time, back to when I realized at a very young age that we were poor and that I could save the family money by taking care of things and making them last as long as possible and keeping quite until I hit a crisis. Normally if I verbalise something then it’s usually long past the point of casual want. However I’ve just broken that tradition buy ordering some new picks for my guitar hehe.
Procrastination is another curse, little habits and patterns easily eat away at good writing time. A lot of it is getting around these problems and seeing them for what they are. Like, for example, I’ve had a kind of rule in my head that I always write in Word first then copy it over to the web, so I always have a hard copy. But then I have these templates, some of which are at home and some at work, so of course the one I need isn’t there. I force the issue into a box, rather than just letting go and writing. This all conspires together to prevent me getting started.
It also removes the association with this blog as something to pour myself into as I do the bulk of the work in a package I use for my job, turning my experience with the blog into a mere showcase and my work into something far more professional looking than personal. I can make backups afterwards can I not? How does it take so long for me to figure that out?
The other thing I’ve been hesitant over is the next move. I’ve tried to remind myself that I was not always so settled here. That one day I arrived and this was all new territory and I coped. But there is something really big about leaving the country of your birth to live abroad for the first time. It has taken me some practice to rest in the idea of emigrating and to release the attachment that provided the illusion of a security blanket by knowing the culture.
I’ve also had to reassess the notion that my self worth is connected to my physical well-being. I’m not a failure because I struggle to hold a job because my body can’t take it for long stretches. It’s not that I’m not capable; I’ve successfully done anything I’ve put my mind to so far. All I have to do to remind myself of that is to look at my guitar; something I thought I’d never really play again and certainly never expected to enjoy quite so much as I am.
All this is to say that when I hold back, when I put off, when I shy away from without good reason, I’m delaying the wheel of change that offers me the chance to move closer to peace.
I offer these words for consideration…