How does one write about not writing? I’m not referring to writer’s block. I’m talking about when a particular topic is off-limits. I’m talking about wanting to write about something so bad it hurts. It is right there in front of me, tempting me all the while. It’s like when someone tells the funniest joke you ever heard. You are about to burst with laughter when your boss walks in the room and you must reverse thrust to avoid being inappropriate. It is a lot of energy to hold back, like a sneeze. The kind of feeling that sort of implodes and you are left feeling somehow frustrated and unfulfilled. You knew it would have been such a good release but now the moment has gone and you are left alone waiting for it to kind of reabsorb. My writing is relegated to talking about things outside of my profession. If it wasn’t, I’d have an easy book to write, let me tell you.
I am ever the observer as sentences and images form in my head constantly. Images which have flown out and crashed to the ground as of late, grudgingly censored by me. So frustrating! My fingers have been twitching to bang out letters on the keyboard, illustrating idiosyncracies, inconsistencies, contradictions, kindnesses, heart wrenching tales which would make grown men cry and mind-blowing stories that have brought me to my knees. But I can’t! For this reason I have written fluff instead of substance. Why I can not compartmentalize and move ahead with other thoughts and projects I have no idea.
I have gone through a series of experiences recently which were overwhelming, exciting, scary, frustrating, stressful, invigorating and did I mention overwhelming? I am not permitted though to bring them into the public domain. I’ve been flying by the seat of my pants. I’ve jumped through hoops, I’ve been flexible and most of all, I’ve listened and learned. And, I hope my listening has helped.
Other ideas have paled in comparison and so I decided not to write about them. Writing about not writing and picking at the edges of this larger experience is helpful to a degree I suppose. Getting it out there to be able to move on is the goal.
What I can say is that doing something scary, that moves me out of my comfort zone, has in short order proven to be an invaluable experience. I have been honored to learn more about a group of people who have humbled me, to say the least. I so wish I could share the experience with you.
We rarely move out of our comfort zones and don’t realize that we have until we are shocked and horrified, usually with an accompanying “what was I thinking?” I think that making major changes in life will always be a rewarding experience, no matter what the experience turns out to be and I recommend it highly. As for this dramatic Italian though, the silence is killing me!