…it’s happening again. The constant call of conflicting events has been keeping me from sitting down to write. It’s a matter of settling. Setting in a new place with new people while also trying to keep strong the threads connecting me to the people I have known. I wouldn’t say it’s easy, something new to me. The maintenance of the past and the cultivation of the future are effortful endeavors edifying the path forward.
But it’s not enough; I want more silence, more noise, more time. It is doing a disservice to myself and this form to not allow the time to write. I want to reaffirm my dedication to writing in the next coming weeks, but I need time and the discipline to do so. So in the next couple weeks, I might be posting a bit shorter posts, but this is a pledge to write and fill these pixels with prose that I can be proud of.
I want the writing to move me as well as you until then I need to spend time to figure out what that means.
Until the next time, Good Night and Good Luck
In the late 1980s and early 1990s, people did a study about sleep, actually the lack of it. You see, they took these mice and put them on this treadmill, ultimately depriving them of sleep for days and days on end. The mice walked, and walked, and walked for what seemed like an eternity for them. Of course, they were taken care of, fed, kept in a “comfortable” environment, they were just forced to stay awake. After what it seemed like an eternity for mice (11-32 days) they had all died thinner, weaker, full of unhealed lesions. Even though they had everything else, without rest they died.
Now, this is an extreme example, no one in their right mind would try to keep themselves up for that long (unless they were trying to break a world record) but I think this example is a good one. Through this sleep deprivation happened all at once, how many of us have pushed back this rest, both mind and body. I do this all the time, little by little chipping away at the amount of sleep and resources I have until by the time the weekend comes I have to throw myself into it just to feel normal again.
That’s what yesterday was. A deep breath. My body and mind telling me to stop and wait. To just be and rest for a little while.
We’re all better when we have time to take a break. I do my best work when I can put 100% of myself into something I love. So for now, let me just catch a breath.