My Work

 So much has happened in the last three months (not to mention the last two weeks!) and I have been struggling to sit down and write a blog post.  I'm not sure why I've not been able to write; I've had plenty of ideas.  And I've been writing other blog posts for the Library as well as journal articles and presentations.  And I've really enjoyed writing those, as well as bits of fiction for myself.  But sitting down to write here seemed like too much work.  At the same time, the Fellowship has been talking about being on "a national stage", which I am finding a bit difficult to deal with.  Even writing some twitter posts has started giving me a cramp in the neck.  I think I'm feeling pressure to write something amazing and profound with a catchy title and important point.

Since I'm enjoying writing some bits of fiction on the side, last week I decided to join the Storytelling Collective, and write something every day in February.  Since then, I've been in a bit of a panic about my commitment to write 500 words a day.  How can I possibly accomplish that when I can't even find time to take a daily walk?!  You'd think that with a pandemic going on and me sheltering at home that missing things like a daily commute would open up some extra time, but truthfully, it's often hard to get myself out of bed in the mornings.

Today, I'm meeting some other Fellows for an outdoor and socially distanced lunch, and I have to finally mail the thank you notes to family members who sent me Christmas gifts.  So I had to get up.  And I looked at my computer and thought about all the things I've been wanting to write here and felt that panic welling up.  Then I thought about my blog's title: Show The Work.  Sometimes, getting to the mailbox is the work.  Sometimes, getting up in the morning is the work.  Sometimes, just opening the computer and writing anything is the work.

So there you go.  This is my work right now.  And I'm going to continue to show it.