This has been a very… interesting two weeks for me.
Let’s set the stage. It was March 23rd. At that time, I was writing well, planning out my next several prompts for Febuwhump, just starting 9-1-1, and was even getting ahead on my blog posts here.
Then Wednesday happened, and that all came to a halt.
Nothing happened, technically. It’s just, my brain basically just said ENOUGH. It was like a switch was thrown in my mind. No more writing, no more reading.
I was staring at a blank Google doc and I couldn’t get the words to flow. Nothing worked. It just wasn’t happening. And my self imposed goal to finish Febuwhump on time just didn’t happen. Actually, none of it happened. I still have the doc for the 24th open, with like five lines in total written on it.
I can’t just blame me wanting to watch 9-1-1. It did became my distraction from writing. But not in a bad way. I was actually really depressed because I couldn’t string two words together. At least with that series, and my goal to finish before today, I felt like I was accomplishing something (even if it was just watching a TV show).
But it still sucks, because I didn’t finish on time. 24 is still mostly blank, with what’s there just not worth touching. 25-28 are just in bullet list form. And that’s a looming thought that I’m going to be dealing until I finally get this done, because I’d still love to get it done ASAP.
Heck, I even didn’t write a blog post for over a week! And I’ve gotten pretty good about that. But I just couldn’t get words to flow. Nothing worked.
Until late last night.
Last night, I couldn’t sleep. I knew the reason: I was anxious about going to the grocery store this morning, as I go in only once a month and it’s always stressful, mostly because most of my town just doesn’t seem like they care about being safe anymore.
I was laying in bed, looking up at my ceiling in the near total dark (thanks possessed Xbox One that likes to turn on and off all night, with it’s damn bright light). My phone lit up with a review for the last Febuwhump post that I’d posted before everything came crashing down. Normally I wouldn’t check my phone after midnight if I wasn’t already up, but something told me to do it.
And then, it was like that switch was thrown again.
I was half asleep, but I pulled up my notes and started editing. Expanding the ideas, changing up a few things. Working on this post. Basically I took an hour to get back into everything.
And now, here it is, four PM and things are (mostly) back on track. I checked out for about ten days, but now I’m back at it.
There are times you just have to step away, take a break, reset. And that’s what I did. I blasted through 9-1-1 and now I can finally watch it live tonight. I 100%-ed Lego Batman for the first time in my life. I watched all of Wandavision and restarted my MCU rewatch with Mom. I even plotted out everything I’m going to write on this blog this week.
It’s not something that happens often to me, but it does happen enough that I know what I need to do when it happens. And now, I’m going to try to get ahead of it. But for now, I’m back (if a little late).
I’m off to watch 9-1-1 (and probably complain, if the reactions on Twitter are anything to go by).
Until next time!
