I complain a lot. I know it. But have you looked around lately? Maybe you’ll start complaining more, too.
Seriously, I’ve learned in recent years and had several epiphanies in recent months that have curbed my complaining a bit. I do throw out the (often) occasional complaint now and then, but I call them “rants” now, (thank you, Rian,) so that makes everyone feel better, right? And yes, I’m talking to specifically to you. No, to you. Not you, silly, the oth… never mind.
Incidentally, I really wish we all would have more Christian feasts celebrating the manifestation of the divine nature of Jesus to the Gentiles as represented by the Magi. They really help with clarification of your life. What’s important. What’s not. What sucks and what is really a blessing in disguise. It would be great if we could just order them, like Chinese food. It would save a lot of time with the whole self-realization, quiet discovery in the bosum of your apartment’s warmth, quietly sobbing in the dark over a $4 bottle of wine.
Oh, wait. That’s a breakdown. The feast comes AFTER that. Duh.
To stave off a breakdown, I’ve been throwing myself into creative work. Well, not throwing, really. More like tossing lightly. Handing. Dropping? Putting down, gently? One of those. So I’ve been continuing to write. I completed two short screenplays and am working with some friends on a third short. It’s kind of nice to be in an “advisory” position re: story, but at the same time frustrating because I’m not doing the actual writing. It’s letting go of control, which is totally cool, but I’m such as “attack this problem now” kind of guy that it pains me to wait. But I have been, and doing other stuff in the meantime.
Makes it hard to re-focus on actual work, rather than chosen, creative work, though. But here I go…
Before I do: feel the power of the BLOG! Anyone want to trade me something for this bottle of rubber cement?