Ha! The Good Life. Write On!
Creator: Julius Hübner | Credit: Staatliche Museen zu Berlin
It’s Friday. You’re slaving away at your 9-5 like the good corporate drone you are.
Doo Doo Dynamics’ higher-ups set up a pizza party to thank you for your invaluable contributions this week. But wait! It’s not the usual Pepperoni and Five Cheese!
They splurged. Supreme. Breakfast. Hawaiian. Anchovy for the connoisseurs. I don’t know how they will recoup. This might hurt their bottom line.
Anyway, you hate your life. Nothing seems to work. Inflation sucked you dry like a bad ex, and you’re past due on some bills. The pizza starts tasting real good when you remember that your slumlord-brown cabinet is stuffed with ramen noodles, bread, and eggs.
And to complicate things further, you’re a writer. A creative? Nonsense. You barely discuss it with your colleagues and the few friends you managed to salvage after you crossed the threshold into your thirties.
Everything is shit. You haven’t figured out the secret publishing formula. Your queries are left on read, or your self-published novels don’t sell. Credit cards were maxed out after you paid big money for editing and cover design, chasing the elusive dream of becoming the next NYT/Oprah’s Book Club/whatever’s next sensation.
Cry spells leave you drained before you decide to pour yourself another cup of coffee and sit your ass down at your desk to… WRITE some more.
I know, it’s oddly specific.
But yeah. You’re trapped in this vicious cycle of negative emotions and catastrophizing. You don’t see solutions or opportunities. Your vision field is crowded with what-ifs and “fuck this world.”
Your shift is over. At least your belly’s full. You start your dreaded commute because most of America does not know how to do public transportation.
Fucking great. You start doomscrolling on social media while stuck in traffic, and guess what you find? A cesspool of wannabe “influencers” with rich parents and bullshit narratives about grinding and being self-made. They drive G-Wagons and pose with floating breakfast trays in Bali.
They sell courses, also.
All that sounds terrible. But guess what? It’s all perception.
You are healthy. You function. Top performer at your firm. Gainfully employed. The bills? You can set up a payment arrangement and still have room to tighten up on your budget.
Your credit card debt is still manageable.
Oh, and… you write. You’re a writer. Soon (if not already), a published author.
You have a gift with words. You can do things others can only dream of. You are building a legacy, a catalog that will survive you.
This passion of yours, it’s writing itself (literally). You are alive, and I mean alive.
Reframe your mindset. Don’t fall victim to your circumstances. You are blessed to be in this position.
Write on!
