It feels like summer is spent, and I don’t
know where it went — like I blinked and I missed it. That’s a bit dramatic. It’s
just that this summer felt like a struggle, from my writing, to running
regularly, to everyday life activities. Maybe part of it, too, was the summer’s
intense heat and humidity; on days when it felt like 39°C (102°F), that type of
heat drained my energy, left me breathless. Now, the approaching Labour Day
long weekend heralds the end of summer, and as I look back on the past couple
of months I’m chiding myself for not having done more.
That is why, as an artist, it’s so
important to take the long view. Each day that I show up to write moves me forward
on my creative journey. Some days I might only get down two hundred words. Other
days, working in two-hour segments, I might get in three to four writing
sessions. Each day’s work, no matter how big or small, is a valuable
contribution to the larger body of work I’m trying to create. The important
thing is that I keep at, steady as she goes.
Taking the longer view, maybe I’ve been a little hard on
myself, letting my inner critic have dominion over me. Looking back on the
summer, I realize I didn’t let it waste away. I wrote the synopsis to the novel
I finished in the spring. Writing the synopsis was difficult because, for me,
it’s not something I enjoy — boiling down the novel into five or six pages. But
I showed up to do it even when I didn’t feel like it, and the synopsis is done.
Hooray! I let myself “play,” step out of my comfort zone and experiment with
flash fiction. I have four solid pieces that I’ve been submitting here and
there. I guess I was more productive than I thought I was.
Mapmyrun.com tells me that between July and August I ran a
total of 83.15 kilometres. Since July 8, I’ve been working slowly through the
exercises in Paul Wade’s Convict
Conditioning: How to Bust Free of All Weaknesses—Using the Lost Secrets of
Supreme Survival Strength. I’m doing my best to lead a healthy and active
lifestyle, especially now that I’m also working my way through Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Oh
the butter and cream!
It really is a matter of perspective. Sometimes, weathering
the storm, it’s hard to see clearly the track that has been laid, how far along
I’ve actually come. That’s why we can only take life one day at a time and, as
artists, show up each day to do what really excites us. Let our passion fuel
us, help us to love the moment in which we find ourselves, and give our very
best to our work. That, to me, is happiness.
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