*Reflections on my journey trying to return back to writing: a post from Facebook.”
So much has changed in the last six months and while I’m good with it, reflection is also a good thing. Looking back, to see how far you’ve come from where you were, to where you are, can be scary.
But I’ve started reading Deep Work by Cal Newport, with the intention of reclaiming even more of my time back so I can come back to writing fresh. And the intention of digging deeper into becoming my best self because apparently…shit’s about to pop.
I realized I’ve already read more books this year than I have in the past three years combined. That’s in part due to my commute to bar tending school, my down time, my time at the club and slow days at the shop. I’ve read more romances, more personal growth.
I don’t like that I have no standard die hard long term routine right now. Meaning, I used to know exactly how each day would go, right up until I stopped writing at 2: 30 AM. Now? I know that I only check my trading screen until four, I drink my sole, my alkagizer, smoke my cigar at 8, watch Tastytrade content, and talk to both girlfriends. Seems like a lot, but in comparison, it’s not.
Seeing Whitechapel and Fallujah reinvigorated me as a writer, because it’s their music I fell in love with as a writer, to help put the words on the page. I’m seeing Entheos in July, too. I’m getting out more because I’m pounding the pavement trying to find a bar tending gig. Don’t need anything high end, simple and easy will do until I’ve got this down. I need a fit for the bar, and for me. Because bar tending IS a personal thing.
Suppose the point of all this is to acknowledge that nothing is the same, energy is a constant and is constantly in motion and I’m grateful to move forward, as I dig deeper into my Self. I wonder what will be different about my writing when I return.
I did start a short, not too long ago. It was a cathartic piece mostly, built around some lyrics by Spiritbox, to help me release some emotion and pain over #OwnHerHeart. I don’t know what I’ll do with it, or if it’ll ever see the light of day. But even it, reads the same as my old work, currently. Suppose if I had to acknowledge anything else, I’d tag Steve Zobel and say I’m doing what you suggested, that night we got drunk at Spice Monkey.