Wednesday, December 1, 2010
It's like writer's block, but not. Maybe it's a guilt block. Yeah, I think that's it. I start to feel guilty when I spend time writing instead of doing laundry or cleaning the kitchen. But I don't want to leave the computer, and the tie I have to the promise of writing. On those days where I mess around with everything under the sun EXCEPT writing, and eventually give up the computer to my 5 year old in disgust, the disappointment I feel leaks into my bones. I wanted so much to move on, to work more, but I couldn't get myself to click on the program. The wall is huge and black and moans my name like death. Death of my ideas of what a Mormon Mommy should be, death of my attempts to be something I should be. I should be caring more for my family by being perfect. A perfect housekeeper, a perfect cheerleader, a perfect life guide. But I am none of those things. Instead I am horrendously imperfect in all aspects of my life. And so when I want to write, that guilt block rears up and roars with laughter at my puny attempts to scale it. It knows that it takes only one time of ignoring the fighting going on between a couple of siblings to "finish this one paragraph", and the battle explodes into something like North and South Korea, and I wasn't there to stop it. I was writing. I was selfish. I chose me instead of them, and that is not what a Mormon Mommy is supposed to do.
So I stopped writing this month. I sat at the computer waaaaayyy more than I should have, but didn't write what I could have.
Balance. Ahhhh. What a lovely dream.
Posted by Megan Oliphant