This post comes to you courtesy of I don’t feel like it.
I did not want to write this post because today has been a difficult day. I tried to get inspired by reading the WordPress Reader. Seeing what other bloggers are writing can be a good source of inspiration when I am not exactly sure what I want to say. The morning pages I write can sometimes be helpful.
Not feeling like writing, I write. What other activity will make me feel like I can call myself a writer? None. I must write. I cannot get around the fact that wanting to be a writer will do nothing for me like actually writing will do for me.
I try to tell myself that I need to get all the mundane, crappy, annoying, and bland things out of my head to get to the good stuff. I try to motivate myself past the things I don’t want to do by telling them I am on my way to the good. I am Thomas Edison experimenting with getting out 999 stories so I can get to the 1,000 engaging story.
This post was also brought to you in too much pain from fibromyalgia, procrastinating by provided phone technical support (which I despise), and not getting as much writing and work-search tasks as I would like. Even though I knew that I would only get so much done today, I am still annoyed with myself that I am not better at staying focused on a task.
Because I don’t want to end on such a self-pitying note, I am sharing with you the following joke as told to me by my 83 year old Italian mother:
The local nuns were known for protesting whenever anyone said curse words in their presence. A man wanted to try and get one of them to say a curse word.
Man: Can you say the word fregna?
Nun: Beast! You know that we can’t.
Man: What about chazzo?
Nun: What?! We’re not going to say the word fregna, why would we say the word chazzo?!
This joke is a lot better when my mother tells the joke in her Italian accent while laughing so hard that she can barely get the joke out. Guess you had to be there. 😀