Where do I find the time to write essays daily? If it takes me an average of 45 minutes to 90 minutes each day to conceptualize, write, edit, photograph or draw, and publish an essay, then I have to take that time from somewhere else. I had today off. I had fully intended to edit some larger projects. Instead, I slept, went on a walkabout, and now it’s well into the evening. I’ve still gotta write, so…
I want to watch MacGyver.
I want to play Final Fantasy 7. I want to bum around town like I used to, exploring the sites of thrift stores, and generally seeing what’s out there in life. I want to bus into the city more on my days off. I don’t want to be stuck in the apartment-mansion sorting through endless boxes of old school paperwork, putting together donation boxes, recycling, or trash-piles.
Yet I need to write.
There’s a compulsive sense of fulfillment I get while writing that can’t be rivaled watching creative old television, playing the second most literate game commercially released on a major videogame console, or exploring reality, and yet, the two must balance each other out.
I took out the trash then went on a hike.
Nothing exciting happened, but I got myself out of a funk that I’d been having where I compulsively refreshed a few social media sites for any multitudinous distraction. By walking along the creek, by crossing it, and letting my aimless mind take me to someplace I’d never been, it was like the refreshment I needed to do all my daily chores, including writing this essay.
I probably could have explored more of Wall Market.
I could have even gone into work. I just don’t think there’s much value in doing things that won’t help your avocation. Sure, watching or playing stuff is distracting enough to let you overcome stress and malaise, but it’s far better to do something productive with your time.
I’ve been reading until I’m exhausted.
There’s a mental clarity that happens when you fill your mind so much with your avocation-anticipating-vocation that frees your mind of the mild stresses of work done for money rather than passion. I’ll feel free. But it’s important not to overdo that. Getting out there to explore thrift stores or creeks isn’t so much to acquire things as much as experiences.
I’d actually been thinking of MacGyver a bit lately.
I borrowed season one once from someone distant now. It would have been easy to sort through those thoughts with a $6 replacement, yet sometimes, just seeing the object again is enough. I didn’t need to take the shorts I took a photo of to take them with me in my memories and I think that’s where we need to find more time.
Get rid of the things that don’t inspire you.
If I walked along this creek daily, it would mean nothing. I might serendipitously go there monthly.
That time’s when I’ll do the optional things you do.
|Sources: My personal experiences.|
|Inspirations: I went through most of the day without writing anything and when I sat down in the evening to write something, this was the first idea that popped into mind. Now that I’m about to press the Schedule button, I’m reminded that my initial idea was writing about concentration and how I really only can concentrate on downsizing enough to fill a bin of recycling before being done for the while, but I guess that wasn’t as provocative to my mind as thinking about how often our clutter distracts us from what we really want to do. More to point: MacGyver would have been fun to watch but it wouldn’t have done much for me as a writer. Maybe once I’ve cleared out more space and have moved somewhere cheaper?|
|Related: Other Downsizing Zeal essays.|
|Photo: Above were two writing distractions and below was just someone’s downsized drawers.|
|Written On: September 11th [21 minutes, 5:12pm to 5:32pm, mobile]|
|Last Edited: September 12th [Minor edits. Otherwise, first draft; final draft for the Internet.]|