I am having an impressively hard time being a human right now. It is more than being a dad. It is being a boyfriend and being productive and feeling like all of it is making some greater impact on the world. I call it writing fuel. I suppose all writers at one time had this bottomless pit of pain to feed from and at this point I feel like I too have this pit of anxiety and malcontent from which to draw characters that will be painted on the page.
Or maybe I’m just sad.
Either way it isn’t about the feeling so much as it is about what I choose to do with it and how i respond. When I was scrolling through hundreds of quotes looking for something epic to lay upon my office plaque I found one that said, ” it ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.” That little gem is courtesy of the 2006 Rocky Balboa film. Never saw it. I still would like to see it, because I think it has moments. It won’t be good, but these days moments matter. If you can string together enough little moments, maybe you have something. Maybe you have a life.
So, I am going to take that quote and that creed (moments) with me down this road I am on right now and try to deal with some of the crap that is piling up on my psyche. It is all fuel. It is all the kind of stuff that keeps me moving forward.
Always Forward.