We had band practice this morning. I mostly played the bass and used a drum machine. It was fun, and a pleasant start to my weekend. I plan to build a Plex media server this afternoon. I love such projects. It’s too hot to go outside today. M is swimming with friends at the indoor pool. I declined to join them because the acoustics of all-tile rooms are exhausting.
I trust my persistence, and obsessive tendencies will serve me well in my new career as a writer. My ego wants to write short-story collections as a novel. Reality suggests I’ll need a lot more words to convey my story successfully. I’m going to label it a convenient insight for now. (Ignoring my ego tends to save a lot of time.) I’m waiting for my first rejection letter from a submission I sent recently.
I’m hoping it includes feedback but expecting a form letter. It’s going to sting because I’m an optimist. But it won’t be a surprise, which helps. I’ll keep trying. I decided I’m going to write for the rest of my life, even if in the end, it results in a hopeful collection of rejection letters. If that’s indeed the case, I’ll still be a better writer at the end of my life than I am now.
I consider it an inevitability rather than a goal. I look forward to taking several writing courses in the future. I read differently, and more often now. I’m building up my mental database with examples of writing I enjoy or find particularly compelling. I’m noticing varied approaches to unveiling a story. I didn’t like some of the novels I’ve read recently, but I still learned from them.
Despite persistent issues with anxiety, I’m feeling a more profound sense of calmness overall. I realize a great deal is likely from working out in the morning. As when I was a student, it allows me to focus more easily. Taking breaks to stretch and meditate reinforces this ability. I also satisfy my overwhelming need to exist mostly in my head for several hours a day. I no longer berate myself for allowing my brain to function naturally. I regret it took me this long to embrace my nature.
I discovered I enjoy social interaction when I have the necessary energy and recovery time. I’ve decided against hoping for others to accept the fact socializing requires epic stamina on my part. I’m merely going to participate when I’m up for it and refrain when not. I’m no longer going to feel bad for allowing myself recovery time after interactions, either. That was just silliness on my part. My bad. 🙃 I’m off to build my server. ✌🏽