I was going to say, ‘Here is the Problem,” but my work as a personal development writer years ago taught me to see challenges not problems. As a writer since I entered my teens (a published one at 16) there are times when I have something I want to write but I cannot for the life of me begin. I am blocked. So I wait…till the block has gone, then I commence with whatever task I have ahead.
There are also times, like at this moment when I feel inspired to write but I have NOTHING in particular to write about…but my fingers must type, and my brain must release the words. So what do I write about to exercise the restless mind? Life, always life, why? Because every day life provides us with something to write about – even if it is only within the pages of a journal. Did I say “only?” I apologize profoundly to all journal writers because what you do is important!
For example today my journal would read that I had a good day. I went to the gym, I went for a long walk, and in my regular work (in the medical field) I did good work. In my other work, in media, this week sees me appearing on a show on HBO Max and ID TV. And that leads me to an interesting subject.
When I first saw myself on ‘Mean Girl Murders – Built For Murder’ I immediately criticized my appearance. It would have been prudent to look in either a mirror or on my phone before the cameras rolled…but I did not. So, in my eyes, I am seen with sad and weird-looking hair (If you are a reader of Misfit you will know that is my Achilles heel) and a shirt that honestly looks a size too small.
The back story…on the day of filming I was filling in my hair a little with product and found that no matter what I did NO hair spray would come out of my can. Trust me I did everything…hot water on the nozzle, scissors…nothing worked. So I rubbed everything out and threw on my baseball cap. When I got to filming I was told I could not wear a cap so I just took it off and we rolled without checking what was underneath. Oh, they said I looked great…of course they did!
Then there was the shirt. I wore it as a tribute of sorts to someone else who has appeared in my Substack, Scott (Ballad Of A Troubled Young Man) It was his shirt but it did not fit me very well and looked a little tight…who knew until I saw it on camera?
Then one of my ‘co-stars’ Tatianna, told me she was not happy with her appearance either. When I told her of my experience she remarked, “Isn’t it funny how we see ourselves in a way far more judgemental than others” – I hope at least.
The show was done very well and if I dare plug it you can see it now on Max and ID. It is funny that on my previous outing on Netflix, I only got about 3 minutes of air time on a story that was brought to light by my interviews with the protagonist (Sally McNeil, Killer Sally). I complained then about lack of air time yet on the new show I have A LOT of time and here I am complaining again. Can we talk about human nature?
So that was one part of my week. The other involved one encounter with someone I thought I knew but was mistaken…or was I? Cryptic? Yes, by necessity, suffice to say that if it was the person I knew who did not acknowledge me then that is something I cannot even begin to process right now. Again, life itself and just our daily activities are something worth writing about. So if you are a journaler… keep doing it!
Elsewhere on this ramble into the abyss – which I apologize for throwing at you – this has been a good week so far and I hope your week has been good too. I have learned things and I have done good work. I feel appreciated in my work which is priceless and makes me happy. The moon is full tomorrow but appeared full in the shot I got before the clouds surrounded it tonight.
Sometimes writing about nothing in particular is good and I could probably do it forever, as nothing in particular can often turn into something as time passes. For now, I have gratitude for all that surrounds me and all that stands before me. The potential of the future is here for us all, don’t you forget it!
Oh, and I often write with a bird perched on my head…but that is another post about nothing in particular.
A good thoughtful read ... And full of excruciating smiles... But I felt all the pain of self-image letting you down! In my case, I have slinky hips (🤣) and tend to wear too tight strides ... One day, as I waited in the wings to be interviewed in front of a live audience of teenage students, I turned fast and inexplicably burst my trouser zip! To add to my horror I was going commando ... It looked like a Brillo pad wig and a wilting banana were secretly kept down there ... Then they waved me on! Lights! Camera! Knob! Hysterical laughter from teenage audience! Horror from crew! Inexplicably, the crew rushed me a can of drink in a forlorn bid to hide my deprickament! A hat, a coat, a newspaper, a plate of sandwiches, anything would have been better than a can of Lilt!
P.S. Great moon shots!