I am thinking about how I don’t want to write tonight. I have reached day 12 (I guess technically day 11, I did start a day late), and I am feeling really truly like I’m just not into this writing thing this evening. I don’t have anything to say.
But of course, I always have something to say. We all do. And Slice of Life is the Slice of Life Challenge after all, and this is proof that there are some days where writing is good and it is easy and there are some days where getting anything down on the page requires overcoming a challenge. It requires work.
This is an incredible thing – the work that writers and artists do to hone their craft. I have never been anything close to a professional writer but I was an English and Creative Writing major in college, and I wrote a poetry thesis my senior spring. This was a collection of poems, and it was the closest I may ever come to that feeling of writing as career, of writing as something I had to work at, daily.
As a teacher, I think about this idea often — that creativity is something that we are all born with. Yes, some of us may consider ourselves more “innately” creative than others, but in the end, creativity is a skill that has to be practiced and worked at and true writers and artists spend hours and hours working at something that probably doesn’t feel all that good or creative or genius in the moment. Man. Those artists and poets and authors and performers are something impressive if you ask me.
And so, another day spins by and I throw another handful of words into the world, like pennies into a wishing well, like salt into a pot of boiling water. I guess, in a way, this is what we are all doing in our daily act of living. Sometimes the effort we put forth into the world to just be feels easy and meaningful, and other times, it is more of a performance. Sometimes it is more work to show up, smile, try.
Here’s a snippet of that late extra sunshine we have now with daylight savings. Onwards into a new week, friends.