It’s been brought to my attention that it’s November 12, and I’ve only posted twice in this entire month. Not that I necessarily needed the reminder because, as any writer/blogger/creative type knows, when we aren’t creating, we’re thinking about creating. Stressing about it. Allowing it to hang over our heads like big grey storm clouds.
Another thing we creative types seem to have in common is mental illness. Have you ever noticed that? Writers, artists, actors, comedians, we all seem to be too sensitive, prone to depression, self-loathing, and procrastination. Some kind of substance abuse is like Creative – Level: Expert. Not that alcoholism and drug abuse make for better writers, but Hemingway and Fitzgerald were wasted all the time, so what do I know.
It’s because of the aforementioned depression, self-loathing and procrastination that I’ve been so absent this month.
I know that sounds melodramatic, and it is, but at the same time it’s kind of not. For the last couple of months, I’ve felt like I’ve been running face first into a metaphorical brick wall. It’s not that there’s anything wrong per se; it’s more like everything is wrong. I’m still living in chaos because I can’t bring myself to unpack. Work is getting on my last nerve. Dan’s been gone a lot. I miss home.
Oh, and I haven’t seen the sun in approximately 492 days. I’m being hyperbolic, but it does get really gloomy in New York in the fall. The leaves and things are really pretty, but the joy they bring lasts for about a minute before it’s replaced by rain, wind, rapidly dropping temperatures and an irresistible urge to hibernate. It seems like fall hasn’t even begun before the leaves are gone and the snow is starting. Fucking nature.
I went home to Rochester this weekend to spend some time with my family and chill out to see if it helped with my funk, and it did a bit. There’s something about being in my hometown, in the house I grew up in, giggling about weird shit with my mom, snuggling with my doggy brother, and watching medical dramas with my stepdad that makes me feel a lot more grounded. I don’t know how often I’ll have the opportunity to do it with the impending winter, so I’m glad I didn’t opt to spend the weekend holed up in my office working.
I’m going on another trip this weekend, to Florida, to visit my wife for life and future wife in law. I’m looking forward to some time in the sunshine with the lovely ladies and my furniece. We’ll talk wedding, eat a bunch of breakfast foods, and I’ll come home with a brand new lease on life and all manner of fantastic blog ideas.