Lately, focusing on anything creative seems impossible, and it’s downright depressing when I compare my creative output now to how expressive I was during my unemployment stint last year.
It’s a wonderful job though, and I should never complain.
White collar? Yes.
The perks? Goodness!
It’s not like my job is 24/7. I’d say it’s more like 12/6, and it’s hard for me to be intentional with my writing. At the end of my work days, I’m exhausted and just want to numb my brain with TV or online social networks.
So yeah…This two month drought of blogging, writing, and vlogging has been a perpetual guilt trip in my gut for a few reasons.
I feel like I’ve lost “it.” “It” being anything such as profound insight, sound reasoning, or creative expression.
This leads into a “I have nothing valuable to share so my life must be so…boring” self-evaluation.
Which concludes the overall opinion about myself “The messenger is dead.” Well not dead, probably just sleepy or slothful. No. wait. Here’s one: APATHETIC.
Solution? Awake the messenger, and revitalize him.
Remind him of the things he’s passionate.
Tell him to be himself. People will ridicule, disagree, or treasure, but that shouldn’t make him shy away.
Also, tell him to surround himself with wise and creative counsel. Prolonged isolation can be dangerous.
This is my spoken word about most (not all) of today’s pop music.
Almost all of it sounds the same. Almost none of it is fruitful.
In December 2009, I came up with the idea, wrote some lines, and then moved on in my writing journal. I then wrote the “original” version in Spring 2010 as inspiration from the profound music of Paper Route. I was even able to recite the very first version in front of a couple of the Paper Route band members.
As I was reviewing my writing journal a few days ago, I came upon what I had written in December. It fit perfectly as the beginning to the original version.
So I put the two together and recited it publicly for the first time this week in Covina Park. (The camera was too far to tell, but Mike (guitarist) and I both coincidentally wore Paper Route shirts. I’m also rocking my red PR wristband). I <3 Paper Route.