NEW—I Can’t Always Just Write. I Want to Live My Life Too…Famous Last Words

NEW—I Can’t Always Just Write. I Want to Live My Life Too…Famous Last Words

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I told myself I wasn’t going to “work”. I could lay off the writing for a week. Just seven short days, right? Take notice of my exotic surroundings without my head buried in a computer?

Note to self: No head burying. Be present. Take it ALL in.

Wrongo. Add this to the looming list of other lies I’ve told myself. And promises I’ve broken. To me.

But I can’t help it! (said in the voice of a whining five-year-old).

Here’s the thing you guys and I’m betting, with all my chips on the table, that YOU are a lot like me.

I came to this glorious place to unwind—to free my spirit. But it’s making me sad. My spirit is unbounded—but sad. I’m going to bed sad. Okay, maybe a little buzzed too, but most definitely sad.
And I’m waking up…sad.

In fucking paradise!
How is that possible?
What in the hell is my problem? This should at the very least be a misdemeanor, right?

I don’t like it when my emotions are mismatched inappropriately to a situation. Like that time I laughed hysterically all the way home after being fired or acted chirpy, grateful and giddy when our dog died suddenly.

It makes me profoundly curious—and deeply suspicious. What’s the back-story here? Wtf is going on?
Wait. Am I alone here? Does that happen to you?

For three days I’ve “observed” the feelings. I’ve “observed” the shit out of them.
Huh. I said over and over. Huh. Sad in paradise. That’s just not right. Someone should take away my humanity card.

Then my head started to hurt.
Huh. Look at that. Headaches in paradise. Clearly I’m a hopeless case.
You guys, I’m an ungrateful, whining, hopeless case of a sad-sack.

Finally, after many hours of contemplation and tons of Advil, I figured it out. Duh. (not the sharpest tool in the shed either).

I was sad and my head ached from all of the unexpressed ideas I was having!
My brain was overflowing with inspiration, but I had made a pact with myself to simply enjoy my vacation unencumbered by my compulsion to write.

The thing is, I usually write the ideas down in the moment they occur. Which was waaaay more often than even I realized.
I grab any random scrap of paper, candy wrapper, gum wrapper, fast food wrapper (you get the idea). Or, I dictate these flashes of brilliance, these nuggets of wonderfulness into my phone.
“The color orange is my new religion” or “I am just the toaster.”

I know. I KNOW! Don’t revolt now. At least wait until the end.

You see, that’s how posts like this one get started, and if I don’t get the ideas out of my head they pile up. My brain becomes constipated and I get a whopper of a headache. And I get sad. And bitchy.
It’s a blessing and a curse. What can I say?

I Can’t Always Just Write. I Want to Live My Life Too!

“Aren’t you supposed to be basking in the Mexican sun?” my dear friend Steph asked me after receiving my third snarky email in a row. And a video. I sent her a hilarious YouTube video. From Mexico. The poor thing had become my only outlet for all things creative—and funny.

This morning over coffee. Coffee in paradise. I informed my sweet and patient husband that I would be finding a cabana by the pool, someplace in the shade so I don’t melt, and I would be writing.

All damn day.

Someplace where I can look up and admire my surroundings, take a moment to express my immense gratitude to the Universe, and then write my face off.

Just the thought of that made me giddy.

Here I am, ratting myself out to all of you—again, and I don’t even care. Not a flinch. I actually have a gigantic smile on my face.

Personal epiphany: Writing is not work to me. It is an integral part of my life.
A part I cannot ignore or push aside (who knew?). It fuels my soul. It makes me deliriously, ridiculously happy.
Happier than paradise.
Well played but…Sorry paradise.

What makes you sad if you don’t allow yourself to just fucking “do it?”

Carry on,
xox

10 Comments
  • Areanne says:

    The body will ALWAYS tell you when you’re out of alignment with yourself. If it hurts, if you’re sad or angry, you’re not in your truth. Even if you’ve given yourself permission to NOT do (whatever), if the response is pain of any kind, it’s always a good idea to re-think what you are or are not doing. Write away, dear Janet. Big hugs to both of you. A.

    • jbertolus says:

      Thanks, Areanne. That’s some very wise advice. I just like to argue and ponder…and question pretty much everything.
      Big hugs,
      xoxJanet

  • Nancy says:

    It’s like not scratching an itch, isn’t it? I’ve been too busy and barely managed to have time to write last week and by the time the weekend came, I couldn’t WAIT to get to my computer. This week, I just keep waking up early. The soul wants what the soul wants. I’m not surprised that ignoring the urge to write was giving you a headache!

  • Elizabeth says:

    Beautiful Janet!
    To me, you’re talking about the expression of your soul!
    Without that, paradise is lost and with it, it is everywhere!
    Enjoy the rest of your time in your paradise in paradise!
    xo

    • jbertolus says:

      Wow, Elizabeth! ” expression of your soul!
      Without that, paradise is lost and with it, it is everywhere!’ I fucking wish I’d written that! That one sentence sums up my entire post. lol! Thank you so much my genius friend!
      xoxJanet

  • Dominator says:

    The real truth is all in the tone.
    I know! (As in: I have an answer)
    I know!? (As in: Isn’t that weird?)
    I know! ( As in: You don’t need to rub it in!)
    But the answer is the same.
    What writing does for you, I find in riding.

  • Haha! Writing is paradise luv! I get ya! It’s my Prozac (dating myself), my chocolate, my sex. Yes, even better than…write on sista!

    • jbertolus says:

      Ha! I knew YOU would feel me, my sister from another mister and fellow wordsmith.
      Yep. Meds, chocolate, sex, and up at the top…writing.
      Love ya!
      xoxJ

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