This blog has been far from awe-inspiring in 2010, there's just no getting around it. As I tried in vein to come up with something, nay anything, to write about, I realized where my writer's block was coming from. Life is just mediocre now, and mediocrity will never get the creative juices flowing. When things are going great, there's always a noteworthy source of merriment that seeps into my thoughts/writing. When things are totally awful, I can rant with the best of them. But when things are just so-so? Thoughts are infrequently coherent, let alone words. (Prime Example: This blog entry)
There are plenty of advantages in having a routine. I'm finding that the more I have to get done in a given day, the more constructive I become with the free time I do still have. There's one big problem though: All my inclinations to make something, to write, to play music, to have a spontaneous adventure or pull a 2-hours-of-sleep night on a weekday...they've all died with my weekly routine becoming so fundamental to my life. Sure I can get a ton of errands and chores completed outside of work and school, but when it comes to doing something crazy to really shake things up, I feel like I've been paralyzed.
Obtaining a degree and valuable work experiences are important, sure. But far more critical to my future and my sanity is figuring out a way to put bread on the table that will not hinder my ability to fully enjoy the times I'm off the grind.
There's no amount of money that's worth turning into a zombie for, and certainly no price on a loss of one's blog-making libido.
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