Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Okay...I Didn't Have to Write This...

You Are 4: The Individualist

You are sensitive and intuitive, with others and yourself.

You are creative and dreamy... plus dramatic and unpredictable.

You're emotionally honest, real, and easily hurt.

Totally expressive, others always know exactly how you feel.

At Your Best: You are inspired, artistic, and introspective. You know what you're thinking, and you can communicate it well.

At Your Worst: You are melancholy, alienated, and withdrawn.

Your Fixation: Envy

Your Primary Fear: To have no identity

Your Primary Desire: To find yourself

Other Number 4's: Alanis Morisette, Johnny Depp, J.D. Salinger, Jim Morrison, and Anne Rice.

I don't know about the "envy" thing, but the rest of this is pretty spot on...

Monday, April 13, 2009


I finally have things arranged so that I don’t have to tote a computer back and forth to work. The old faithful (and slowly dying) HP laptop has been installed permanently at the café, so there’s one less giant briefcase I have to pack with me every morning.

The main goal of that accomplishment was to allow me to walk or ride my bike to work. We only live 1.2 miles away from the café, and it seemed silly to keep revving up Great White every morning to get to work. Now, all I need is my keys, and maybe some junk that is in my purse. Thus unencumbered, I am free to walk to work.

And so I did this morning, a chilly morning with the rising sun sending blinding rays between the morning clouds. Walking gives me time to think, time to get centered.

Time to think. I got to thinking this morning. Got to thinking about why, even though I’m busy, even though I’m "successful," even though I have many of the things I thought I needed a few years ago, I am still not happy. I know part of the reason is that I am so chronically exhausted. Still. Though I no longer struggle with that constant feeling of trying to move underwater, or of my brain always being two steps behind my body, I’m still over-tired. I can function at that high-energy level I was used to in the old days, but I can’t do it for hours on end. A couple of hours of intense running my ass off, and I’ve had it. I have not yet built my reserves back up from the huge energy drain of the first two years of running the restaurant. Maybe I never will?

Clearly, I need to pull in my horns some. I don’t have time or energy to do all the things I need to do...run the business, keep the house, tend the marriage, keep up with the yard work…and write. Up until now, I’ve let myself believe that the writing is my hobby. My relaxation. My way to remain sane. But the truth of the matter is—and I realized this yesterday as I was trying to create the second half of a post at "Women On…"—that writing is work.

If 5 ½ years of blogging have done nothing else for me, they have spoiled me for shitty writing. I can’t just slap down any old thing and call it good enough. And I don’t seem to have enough energy left to feed my creative muse. I don’t have the hours and hours it used to take me to put together a decent essay. And even when I DO invest the time, my brain is so dull that what comes out isn’t really very good. Good writing is work. Work that I love, yes. But work, just the same. And I don’t need another job right now. So, I’m afraid that it wasn’t simply that "Coming to Terms" needed to be shut down. I think I need to stop writing. Because if I can’t do it well, it just becomes another source of stress and worry for me. Which is something I truly do not need right now.

So I think I will post that last essay at "Women On," and just…quit.

For awhile, anyway. And see how it goes.