A couple weeks back I was writing about my work load and how much work I was getting done and all of that noise. Well, that pace hasn’t really let up, and combined with a baby seemingly grown past the need for sleep, it’s been a fuck of a week. I found myself throughout most of my work days staring at the screen, or reading articles or twitter, or, happily distracted by all the great submissions for my new column over at iFanboy.
So today (not counting right now), I took the day off. Tomorrow? Same thing. Recharging is key. Now, again, to go back to things previously said, this is my full time job. This is what I spend virtually every waking hour doing. Ergo, I get free time. You, with your day job and your few hours a day to work? You don’t get this. I mean, you can have it, if you want, but, it’s a tradeoff. You’re giving up a day of writing, a day of getting better, a day of getting a tiny bit closer to not needing that job. If that’s cool with you, then, more power to you. But me? Even where I am now, low as it may be, still makes it seem like an impossibility to actually take a full day off. Again, please, note, on this my ‘day off’ I’ve already done a notes phone call, approved art, and y’know, wrote this thing that you’re reading now.
This is getting a bit meta for me.
This is not profound. This is not something you’ll jump up and down with eureka-filled glee.
Just remember, that creating requires a functioning mind, whatever that means, and that a healthy mind is a relaxed mind. So tell your problems, worries, and concerns to go fuck themselves, and have a great weekend.