Writing is all about words.
Scenes are painted with words; characters are depicted in words.
If I were to depict my own character in words – bearing in mind a certain lack of objectivity – some of the words I’d undoubtedly use would be tallish, ageing, blue-eyed … um … procrastinator … oh!
Procrastinator! If there happened to be a Degree in Procrastination, I’d no doubt be awarded an Honorary one. One look at my desktop alone, would convince you.
Procrastination looks something like this: a simple task, easily accomplished in mere moments, or a small challenge that might be resolved with minimum effort, will be studiously avoided despite relentless niggling and gnawing.
For instance, I have a daily obligation to meet, undertaken years ago for the benefit of my spiritual development. No problem. Then a sudden change in circumstance arose challenging my ability to fulfil the obligation.
Oh dear! What to do? I’ll give it some thought tomorrow.
And tomorrow … and tomorrow …
Eventually, there comes to mind a totally simply solution. But it will take a few moments of effort to put into place.
Tomorrow … tomorrow … tomorrow …!
And then boom!
I’m taken off guard …
… by a hugely nasty dose of shingles. The trigeminal nerve is inflamed. The upper right quadrant of my face pulses and burns with neuralgic pain. A rash breaks out. My right eye is sensitive to light, irritated and all but closed. This means I can’t drive – even if I feel up to it – which I don’t. I have to cancel all my plans, appointments and commitments – except of course visits to the doctor – and worst of all, I can’t even think about writing, let alone write. There’s no other word for it. I’m suffering.
Now suffering is an interesting phenomenon. If you belong to that cohort of individuals who believe ‘everything happens for a reason’, you may make sense of this next bit.
Immediately I begin to suffer, I intuitively know it’s because of my failure to meet that ‘daily obligation’.
Getting shingles is like an almighty kick in the butt! Stop procrastinating and do what you need to do in order to meet that obligation. There’s absolutely no place to hide! It’s not as if I didn’t know what I needed to do – and it would only take mere minutes to accomplish.
It should ‘t be surprising then, to learn that I view this nasty illness as a bounty, a blessing in disguise … an opportunity to get back on my path of spiritual growth.
I’m already feeling slightly better – enough at least to post this on my blog.