I haven’t written for a while. At first it was a break because I was in the middle of shooting the web series I’m producing. Then the holidays rushed in to take my attention with all the shopping, wrapping and requisite joy. Once that subsided, I kept thinking I needed to get back to writing but never did. So I figured I really didn’t have anything to say. I would write when something came to me, but it never did. I gave up trying to force it.
Three nights ago, I was researching insurance companies because I need to find health insurance. This has been going on for several weeks as it is such an overwhelming process and I kept putting it off. Going through it makes me long for the days when I was a corporate employee and I had to just pick from 2 choices that were clearly identified -HMO or PPO. It’s enough to almost go back to the 9-5 grind…almost. Anywho, this research extended well into the next day. It was so complicated that I kept getting frustrated, stopping and turning to web surfing, email, TV, anything to get my mind off this monumental task. I kept having to pull myself back to the task at hand. Which didn’t make my focus or my progress very good. Finally by early evening, I had narrowed down my choices on 3 different providers and sent off a note to my insurance broker with my selections and a some questions for her.
Then a funny thing happened. I truly felt a physical sense of relief. I relaxed. As I moved the now 2 inch file off my desk, I could feel my brain shifting. For the first time in a long time, I felt like writing. So I did. And not just one post but two with ideas for 2 more. And I started thinking of ideas I’d like to either produce, write or act in. The creative juices started flowing again…finally! I didn’t realize it at first, but when I noticed what I was working on, it hit me that I’d been so stressed about this insurance thing that it had stunted all my thinking. The very nature of this insurance project and the fact that I’d put it off for so long, had taken all my energy away from everything I love to do. My brain was just existing, it wasn’t thriving. Creativity had slowed to a halt, and the insurance stuff had coagulated my imagination.
I’m not through this process yet. And it’s an awful process. But you better believe I’m going to attack the next step much faster and with less agita. Peeling the bandaid off slowly just extends the pain. Better to rip it off, feel the momentary ouch and move on.