Falling Off the Wagon
by Soul Places | Diane Ludeking
I have fallen off the writing wagon.
No permanent injuries have been sustained but some bruising is showing itself today as I look at my sparse spreadsheet for daily word counts this month.
I realized this week that my running life is a metaphor for my writer’s life (or vice versa). I began running again a few weeks ago. I thought that since I had run three miles easily before my last layup (I most likely quit or forget to run for a few weeks), I could pick up right where I left off. Day three of returning to the run, my foot said, no way! I simply cannot take it easy to get back into it. It’s 150% or nothing.
I have hauled myself back onto the sugar eating wagon.
I am an emotional eater so self sabotage has been the cheer most recently. I can’t run so I will trash my body. Sounds like frustration disguised as a temper tantrum at thirty-six. I gain weight as my book gets heavy from abandonment.
I write at 150% or nothing. I am willing to write poorly, as long as my writing isn’t poor. Blah! I love to write accurately and metaphorically. But I need to love to write poorly. I love to write.
I begin a walking/hiking health-style today. I vow to take it easy, to be gentle, even when I want to run (I am Peter Pan, after all, when I take to the woods). I love to run! But I need to love my body more by not abusing it.
I aim to bring my eating life and my writing life into alignment by beginning again. Mindfully.
So instead of strolling down Sabotage Road, kicking the dust up with my lazy gait, looking for the muse-colored wildflowers, I will embrace every moment given to me in an effort to get back on the writing highway, paved with words and metaphors.
How has your creative life been suffering lately? How are you keeping it alive? How is your sanity these days?