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TALES FROM THE MIDDLE SEAT
I Don’t Feel Like Writing Today
When you don’t feel like doing anything, don’t do anything, definitely don’t write about it.
Is there a fourth wall in writing that you’re not supposed to break by talking directly to your readers? Today I don’t feel like writing, so instead I’m just going to interrupt your day and talk to you, apologies for the lack of manners.
I walked into a yoga session this morning and when my instructor Vicky asked me how I was feeling, I said “Better I think. Yesterday was a blah day.”
Our yoga sessions are more like talk therapy than anything resembling actual exercise. She’s tried to get me to bend parts of my body before and all it does is make me complain to my wife, to my Uber driver, and a few days later to my yoga instructor again, that “My unbendy bending body parts hurt and could we please not do that again?”
So instead we dove into the subject. “Why was yesterday a blah day Sanjay?” asked Vicky.
I realized as I began to explain my blahs that it was actually a pretty good day. I caught up on a lot of emails I’d been ignoring because I was partying in Miami for four days. I had a great two hour lunch with a friend I hadn’t seen in a decade. I had a nap. And to cap it off my son’s hockey team won a game and I had some great conversations at the rink with other parents.
Why did I think it was a blah day?
It was blah because I was tired, because coffee wasn’t helping, and because I couldn’t write. Wait. What?
I had sat down for an hour trying to complete an article I’d started last week about telling people to f̶u̶c̶k̶ ̶r̶i̶g̶h̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶f̶ go to hell. I couldn’t do it. It would appear that I didn’t want to tell anybodyto f̶u̶c̶k̶ ̶r̶i̶g̶h̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶f̶ go to hell in that moment.
I wasn’t in the mood to write about something I started to write about a whole week ago because, well, I wasn’t in the mood.
We never do anything because we think we should, we only ever do anything because we feel like it.
What I felt like writing about was being trapped coming back from Miami in the middle seat of a…
