Wednesday, April 25, 2012


What do you do when you feel in-between?
I'm honestly asking because I don't really know.
I don't know what to do when I'm in-between. I imagine it would help to know what in-between means though and even that's difficult to explain.
Creative people go through these ebbs and flows of inspiration. We always have the ability to execute, but without inspiration, the execution of whatever we're doing will be flawed and in some cases, tragic. A songwriter that writes an uninspired song probably won't change anyone's life. An artist that isn't inspired to paint anything can still paint that tree, but the tree won't matter much. I'm stuck in the middle, in-between, two of those flows. I guess I would have said, "What do you do when you're in the ebb" but that wouldn't have made too much sense. Though it does sound more Oprah-appropriate.
It's strange. I've seen so many really interesting and creative shows recently and usually, that's all it takes for me to break through a creative entrenchment, much like the dragon that breaks through Gringotts in Harry Potter. But for some reason, that hasn't been the way this has played out. I feel like I've had momentary glimpses of daylight but there is this heavy cloud resting over me, Eeyore style.
It never ceases to amaze me how disoriented I feel in these moments and I always question why it happens. But as I've already said, I'm in the ebb. I have the wisdom to know that the flow will come. 
I think that's the calm in the Eeyore-sized storm. The calm that comes with knowing it's just a season and it will eventually end. That is where I think wisdom is the most important. It's in the knowledge that you've been there before and you'll be there again eventually. Just like waves in the ocean, ebb and flow, ebb and flow, ebb and flow.
So I'm in the ebb. This too shall pass. But in the meantime, I don't really know what to do in the in-between. I suppose, just sit, wait and watch Mad Men.

Monday, April 9, 2012


I have some bad news. News that has dampened my day and inserted a Charlie-Brown-style rain cloud above my head.
My Twitter crush is off the market.
I'm not really sure what to do in this situation. What does one do when your Twitter crush, the person you have day-dreamed about, the person you've drawn stick-figures holding hands in non-proportional hearts on notebook paper about, the person you've seen randomly on the street and wondered if they were aware of your all-consuming (albeit fictitious) digital crush on them. How does one rebound from that?
As I'm clearly still working through the stages of grief in this situation, I have some comforting words. Take it from me friends, one that has made it through the fire and can see the parting sea in front of me. There's hope.
First, you must remind yourself that you don't actually know this person. You've created this in your mind and there's not actually a break-up taking place. This is the hardest step to get through because it requires you to fully commit to the fact that you are, in fact, a dummy.
The second step...actually...there's not a second step. Just the one. Again...dummy.

Monday, April 2, 2012

It's hard y'all

You know that feeling when you've bit off more than you can chew? I don't mean figuratively either. I mean it in the most literal sense. When you take a bite of something and it won't tear apart, so you just start reeling it into your gullet until your mouth is so full you can't even chew, much less breathe?
That's where I'm at right now. (Figuratively this time, not literally)
The funny thing about biting off more than you can chew is that it still tastes good (back to the literal). It still tastes the way it's supposed to taste, but you feel you should have shared your portion a bit.
The thing about the figurative version of this story...and the literal version that you just have to keep chewing until you can make it. (I'm not much of a food-spitter-outer)
So I'm just gonna keep chewing. If Disney taught us nothing by way of Finding Nemo - it's that we need to 'just keep swimming, just keep swimming.' Just keep chewing, just keep chewing.