The Crescendo
Sep. 20th, 2004 07:42 amI haven't been updating very regularly, mainly because I've felt that I don't really have anything interesting to say. I could spend hours sitting here thinking about my life instead of living it, and I think I'm finally coming out of my navel-gazing phase. :)
Ever since California I've been infused with a new sense of purpose in my life, a better attitude about who I am and where I'm going. When I was there, I wasn't *trying* to be anyone, wasn't striving to fit a particular mode or niche; I just was who I was, and that was enough. If I felt like being quiet, I was quiet. If I felt like being spacy, well, I could do that, too. I couldn't belch without the horrid pallor of guilt hanging lowly over my head, but well, you know, you kind of unlearn civilization when you're in Arkansas.
Newness became this wonderful thing instead of something unknown and scary. I could talk to people without worrying about looking like a complete ditz (because, face it, California kind of corners the market on those :D), I could be as friendly or as withdrawn as I wanted to be and it was OK. It was an amazing experience that made me rethink how I handle people in general, what I think about the public at large. My opinion of them became...not lower, but different. I grew more aware of their faults but at the same time I was able to recognize that people are just people, and they're going to be complete fuck-ups from time to time. While this might annoy or upset me because of my own flaws and imperfections, this is all right. Even if I decide I don't *like* a person, I wouldn't call them 'bad'. Just incompatible. And even if I really, really don't like someone, I can still have a certain unexplained affection for them, just because they're well, people. I feel this is a good place for a writer to be.
As such, I've been trying to write a lot more and I've met limited success in that regard. I still slack an awful lot, but the urge to create is so deeply ingrained that I have to spend at least five minutes a day poking around with words in some way. A lot of what that's produced isn't really showable, but it's *something*. The seeds are there and they're germinating in their own little ways.
Hit the ground running since I came back from my trip, and this weekend was the first chance I really got to kind of stop.
Ever since California I've been infused with a new sense of purpose in my life, a better attitude about who I am and where I'm going. When I was there, I wasn't *trying* to be anyone, wasn't striving to fit a particular mode or niche; I just was who I was, and that was enough. If I felt like being quiet, I was quiet. If I felt like being spacy, well, I could do that, too. I couldn't belch without the horrid pallor of guilt hanging lowly over my head, but well, you know, you kind of unlearn civilization when you're in Arkansas.
Newness became this wonderful thing instead of something unknown and scary. I could talk to people without worrying about looking like a complete ditz (because, face it, California kind of corners the market on those :D), I could be as friendly or as withdrawn as I wanted to be and it was OK. It was an amazing experience that made me rethink how I handle people in general, what I think about the public at large. My opinion of them became...not lower, but different. I grew more aware of their faults but at the same time I was able to recognize that people are just people, and they're going to be complete fuck-ups from time to time. While this might annoy or upset me because of my own flaws and imperfections, this is all right. Even if I decide I don't *like* a person, I wouldn't call them 'bad'. Just incompatible. And even if I really, really don't like someone, I can still have a certain unexplained affection for them, just because they're well, people. I feel this is a good place for a writer to be.
As such, I've been trying to write a lot more and I've met limited success in that regard. I still slack an awful lot, but the urge to create is so deeply ingrained that I have to spend at least five minutes a day poking around with words in some way. A lot of what that's produced isn't really showable, but it's *something*. The seeds are there and they're germinating in their own little ways.
Hit the ground running since I came back from my trip, and this weekend was the first chance I really got to kind of stop.