As I sit here in an airport, taking a breather from a whirlwind of a week, I'm aware that exhaustion is creeping up on me. Perhaps that's reflected in the fact that I have not posted to this blog in several days (although I have continued to do the writing exercises - more on that shortly). When I survey the many projects of my life, it's quite apparent that the load I'm carrying up the mountain (a la The Mission
) is a burden that causes me to "stumble" at times.
That doesn't mean, though, that the writing exercises aren't worth it. Far from it! In fact, I think what I am discovering is that at times like this, it's even more important that I keep on going. Why? Because writing is something I'm passionate about and want to do better, and because not doing them will only mean that the "tyranny of the urgent" wins.
Though this is day 19 of the experiment, so far I have completed exercises on 16 days. One day I accidentally missed thanks to the fact that I left my book at work. One day, I intentionally decided to skip; I recognized that my creativity and energy were zapped, and I'd be doing myself no favor to waste ten minutes on a writing exercise. And today isn't over yet, so there will be time for today's exercise when I am in the next airport.
I don't really know how one can really judge the effectiveness of a book of writing exercises after this length of time--or any length of time, for that matter. It's not like I have a statistical way to assess whether or not my writing is more or less creative, not as I would with something like--say, weight loss. All I can say is that I'm having fun with the exercises, I'm starting to actually look forward to them, and I feel a little internal shift in my willingness to approach each exercise in a right-brained way. It occurs to me that with many of the new projects I'll take on this year, progress will not be easy to measure with a confidence level of +/- 4%.
Earlier today, I heard this quote from Thomas Merton that really seemed appropriate:"How does an apple ripen? It just sits in the sun. A small green apple cannot ripen in one night by tightening all its muscles, squinting its eyes and tightening its jaw in order to find itself the next morning miraculously large, red, ripe and juicy beside its small green counterparts. Like the birth of a baby or the opening of a rose, the birth of the true self takes place in God’s time. We must wait for God, we must be awake; we must trust in God’s hidden action within us.
Current Mood: tired