Fuel
Something occurred to me the other day. I was trying to think of something - anything - to write about. Usually I find it cathartic and try to write in here as much as possible. Lately though, nothing’s been stoking the fire. Then it occurred to me - when I started this blog I was going through the most stressful period of my life.
I was building a house, while being incredibly unhappy at my job, and no more than two weeks after my first blog, a friend was killed in a car accident. I’ve had to deal with incompetent builders, an irrational boss, and an event which completely changed my life - all in the course of 12 months. I think that I needed an outlet, and I’m thankful to have found this.
But where does that leave me now? My house is built. I have a new job that I love. What do I write about when everything around me seems so trivial? “Oh no, I was stuck in traffic”, and “A Crappy Movie Reviewed” just don’t cut it for me. There’s no pay off at the end of the day. I’ve tried both and failed.
So it seems to me that the real fuel I need to power this adventure is a careful mix of stress and a broken heart. I can only hope that it continues to languish.
