My friend shared this on Facebook today. I couldn’t agree more. That being said, if creativity is a drug, it’s probably most like crystal meth. I mean, I’ve never tried crystal meth (never would) but I watch A&E’s Intervention and have seen the movie Spun a couple of times.
Creativity is probably one of my favorite drugs, next to cannabis and antihistamines. (I do love to breath out of both nose holes). When I get on a creative roll, whether it be with art or crafts or writing, I am virtually unreachable. I didn’t hear what you just said because I’m editing my next piece in my head while you’re talking. I find it difficult to sit still. I’m constantly reaching for my notepad to jot down ideas and funny observances hoping to insert it later in a witty blog post. When I can’t look at the screen anymore because my eyes are going crossed and my head hurts, I pick up my knitting or one of my coloring books. Because, I must always be creating something.
Take right now for example. It’s 4:10 am. “C” is snoring away, rattling the windows, sawing enough wood to build a small village. I am here. Listening to my favorite YouTube narrator weaving his creepy Reddit tales that normally send me off to sleep; instead, I’m laying wide awake thinking about the things I want to write.
Most recently, my friend, that I write a cannabis blog for, approached me about putting together a radio show. My friend owns her own business in the cannabis industry and literally has her hands in everything. She used to sell mortgages, is a Registered Massage Therapist, an Activist, puts together Expos and festivals, has a bunch of dogs, helps the poor, and most recently, she’s sponsoring an internet radio station in addition to the blog. I joke, but she’s a keen business woman. I have been talking about doing a podcast with my fiancee for a while so the opportunity (kick in the pants) finally arrived.
“C” recently lost her job. She works in radio. Terrestrial radio. She was the co-host of a popular morning show in our city, and, as often happens in radio, her job was terminated. It has been stressful. We are looking at moving provinces again so we have to slowly pack up our lives from the last two and a half years while she searches for new employment. We almost had it solved with a job back home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, but that deal fell through so we ended up cancelling that move.
Stress is like the kryptonite of my creativity. It blocks it. This is part of the reason why I have been absent from my blog more than I’d like. I’m also still dealing with the pain of a slowly healing broken wrist and hand, but stress has been the hardest. It’s like withdrawing from opiates. My flowing creativity is like heroin and after going balls out for four months, I have finally run out.
For close to a month, I couldn’t think of anything to write and it drove me nuts. My appetite went down, I couldn’t sleep. All I did was watch Netflix and knit. I knitted like never before. I knitted 5 things. 5 of the same things.
Just when I thought I was doomed to just sit through all the turds on Netflix. “I may as well watch Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency. I don’t have anything else going on.” And for the record, that, Ladies and Gentlemen, IS a turd of a show. My buddy approached me about the radio show.
Little does she know, she basically just handed me a big ol’ 8 Ball and left me to my own devices. I’ve been partying hard on creativity the past few days prepping our first show. Who didn’t play Radio DJ as a kid? I had many cassette tapes filled with mine and my friends’ pre-pubescent voices introducing our favorite songs and making up commercials on the fly. I have more things to learn before we go live, mostly the technical aspect as well as editing and such but I’m a fast learner.
I am so excited and scared and nervous that SURPRISE! I can’t sleep.
This helps. Finally writing a blog post helps. Now I should be able to climb back in to bed, even with “C” steadily honking away, pop my headphones in and sneak in an episode of The Sasquatch Chronicles podcast. Don’t you dare judge me. I have an inquiring mind and the stories are riveting.
Live Humbly, Be Charitable, Live Graciously,
Kryptonite to Superman https://kugelmass.wordpress.com/2013/05/29/why-does-kryptonite-hurt-superman/