So, earlier this week, I had a case of the blahs. I suppose I didn’t technically have writer’s block–the problem was more that I didn’t want to do anything, not that I couldn’t write–but the results were the same.
My best friend phoned. I told her my sad story. I didn’t want to write. I felt uncreative and just foggy in the head. She suggested I do something different, maybe go for a walk. Just don’t even try to write. Reboot.
The way out
For some reason, I’ve been getting back into art gradually over the last year. As a child and teen, I loved art, but like many people quit when I realized my mediocrity.
I’ve been taking a lot of photos lately, even framing them and displaying them in my home. I’ve done a bit of sketching, as well, although that tends to send me back to a place where all I see is my lack of skill instead of getting pleasure from exercising what skill I have.
Anyway, after my phone call, I was itching to make a collage. I didn’t give into the itch right away, but as my kids settled in for homework this evening, I grabbed a couple magazines and a pair of scissors.
Writing that isn’t writing
At first, I aimed to transcribe a chapter of Psalms, but then I started writing an original poem of my own. My brain just arranged the words I was clipping in my head. It was like I tricked my brain, which had no desire to write, into creating literature through paper, scissors, and glue stick. It didn’t feel like writing because I never typed words or wrote longhand.
It’s a bit hard to read the poem in the photograph, so I’ll transcribe it here:A vision.
Ask Hashem for help
The Timeless One Who is running the world.
Today, connect your life to service of Heaven!
How do you find peace?
Peace springs from knowing
Discover His saving
Not first-rate poetry, but therapeutic. I felt so much better when I was done. Like my day was not a wash. I’d accomplished something.