There will be those days when you look at your blog, and with a quickness, you shut that tab DOWN. You walk away from your computer, look at it sideways, and find recluse in whatever distracting task you can possibly get your hands on as quick as possible.
Yes, you’ve set goals. Yes, you feel as if your readers are virtually giving you the side eye, because the only thing jumping on your site these days is crickets, but you don’t care about any of that because dagnabbit, you just don’t feel like writing a damn thing.
I feel you my sisters (and brothers). There have been many times when I didn’t feel like writing. Didn’t even want to THINK about writing, and I’d be lying if I said I forced myself to do it anyway. In most cases I didn’t.
But in the good name of all that is delightful, and the shit parade that is about to become a barrage of “New Years Resolution” themed-posts, I wanted you to be prepared.
Introducing, my tips for what to do when you don’t feel like writing a damn thing.
Let me get this out of the way first: I am NOT ready to get married yet.
I don’t know if I want kids.
Sometimes I think I’d prefer the ring over the husband.
I’m open to the idea that I might “change my mind about all of this in a bit,” but right now, I’m good!
Previously, when I have drifted away from my normal subject matter of life and freedom towards the rocky road of writing about relationship stuff, my posts have been directed at just the ladies.
But can I just say out loud that I don’t care if you are rocking a set of testes or a pair of ovaries, thinking about all of that “LIFE” stuff is kinda scary?
Guys, today, just for me, can you step up and say that despite your lack of biological clock, this LIFE shit gets scary to you too?
Okay, phew. Thanks. Continuing on…
Back in the day, people kept their side hustle a secret. In fact, the word “hustle” seemed to be a bad word that was reserved for select groups of people (usually with a negative connotation). Now, everyone has a side gig.
Hustling has become the new black.
No doubt, the effed up economy had something to do with the hustle coming in vogue. Gone are the days when you could kick back and dream about your ultimate job while slaving away at your 9-5. Burning the midnight oil on your side gig has become the norm.
Now it is way more acceptable to:
1. Let people know you have a gig on the side (Everyone is a potential customer!)
2. End convo’s with your friend by saying, “Go on girl! Get your hustle on!”
3. Expect everyone to tell you they are a chef/massue/ writer/martial artist
The last point is what I want to hit on. We live in a slash culture. People are rambling off 5 or more things that they are doing, but unless your name is Diddy (which means you really have a ton of other people doing the heavy lifting for your anyways) it is impossible for you to give all of your best time and effort to five different things.
When my BFF heard the news about Beyonce’s pregnancy, she instantly got excited.
But not really for Beyonce. No, she got excited…for ME.
She explained her logic by saying that this gave her hope that one day I might put a baby on my priority list. Something akin to me seeing the ultimate career chick (Beyonce) breaking out her baby bump might inspire me to think that I, too, can be very focused on my career without ignoring the fact that I’m getting into my prime baby-making years.
Damn, I can’t believe I just wrote “prime baby-making years”
But it’s true. As women we have this freaky, scary knowledge that we have a major deadline in our lives that all of the career advancement and technology can’t change.
You are replaceable.
I mean this in the very best way possible.
When you realize just how replaceable you really are, it will be liberating. It will free your mind to think of ways to create epic coolness that makes you happy. The kind of stuff you can’t create in a relationship (work or otherwise) that should have ended a long, long, time ago.
Let’s imagine that you work as a receptionist for a company that stocks furniture in offices. You arrive every morning at nine, make sure there is plenty of milk in the kitchen, then proceed to waste the rest of your day trying to make it look like you are “busy”.
You hate this job.