A brand new year! What are you going to do with it? Are you going to keep it all shiny and pristine, or use it up – wring every last drop of goodness from it before that ball drops on Times Square in 2016? I vote we do that. It’s not as if 2015 can be recycled and reused or re-sold as “gently used” if we keep it in a box on the shelf. No one’s going to want the darned thing, come 2016. Brand spankin’ new years are free – every year to everybody! As I said yesterday, use it or lose it!
2015 gives me a whole ‘nother chance to fail at the Project 365 thing, too. I don’t think I do so well at those “Do this every day” type challenges. They seem to trip some perversely rebellious switch in my brain, and after that, one of several things happens – but it’s rarely to do the thing every day without fail. I may skip three days and then do the thing six times in a single day. I may do absolutely nothing. I may do something else every day, instead. But clearly, “Do [fill-in-the-blank] every day” doesn’t work for me. Maybe because I’ve never been able to come up with a good answer to the whiny little voice in my head wailing, “Why would you want to do that?”
Um, to develop the discipline?
“Develop discipline? Why? Is someone going to die if you don’t post a picture every damned day?”
“Do you really think anyone wants to read your blathering drivel every damned day?”
Now you’re just being nasty. Probably not–
“I was kidding. But you know that your creativity – the interestingness of your posts – is inversely proportional to your sense of obligation to write something, right? You’ve figured that out by now, I hope.”
You might have a point there. Want to work on crochet for a while?
“Sure. Then we can take a picture of your work in progress and bore everyone to tears with what you’re going to do next.”
Oh, shut up – I know now who you are! You’re Edna, the Inner Critic. I thought I chucked you out the plane, riding a block of blue ice, during NaNoWriMo several years ago!
“Inner Critics never die, and that block of blue ice finally melted. Right over your house. Wasn’t that convenient?”
This is why we write, you know – inner critics hate it when we do. Their job is the opposite of the vaunted Muse; the inner critic lives solely to convince us that we missed our callings – we should have been septic tank cleaners or grave diggers. I wonder if those folks have inner critics telling them they should give up the day job and become writers?
1000 Words + a Photo
This month’s words: COMMITMENT, DETERMINATION, STRENGTH (Choose one or all three.)
See that blue Add link button? Click it. Add a link to your post containing your original photo and 1000 words on the topic. (I’ve set this to require a link back here, to mine, as well, so be sweet and include that somewhere in your post and we’ll both benefit – maybe some of our readers will discover some new blogs to enjoy!)