Freedom? From The Cottage of Blog
It's Sunday evening and the Cottage of Blog is settling down, preparing to go back to school after a glorious four day holiday.
Why is it so hard for us to go back to work? I've heard it over and over from folks who actually get anxiety attacks on Sunday evening--every Sunday evening.
Maybe it's a loss of our sense of freedom. You notice I said a "sense" of freedom. True freedom, I think, is non-existant. When you're not "working" you're working in your home, with your kids, keeping commitments with friends, cleaning your house (my least favorite) preparing meals, cleaning up meals, and for writers--then, we write.
(Well, some of us write first and do that other stuff later)
I think true freedom comes in our choices of bondage, if that makes any sense. Do we want to be bonded to marriage? Do we want to be a slave to our muse? Do we want to be tied to a ball and chain attached to the vaccuum cleaner? Pick your poison.
Or do we want to commit ourselves to living in the streets where the only commitments we really have is to find food and shelter from the elements--and possibly the alcohol or drugs that -- once again chain us there. No, even that is not freedom.
My choice of chains is a commitment to my high school children, to my friends and family and to the romantic suspense I'm currently writing. Even when I stomp my foot and declare myself "incompetent, inept and downright bad as a writer" somehow I find myself going back to the computer and working on that next scene. Freedom, my foot.
I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving and that everyone in the world had Friday off as well. ( I know that's impossible--but, I can wish it for everyone)
Cheers.
Happy reading, writing and blogging from The Cottage of Blog and
Pat
Why is it so hard for us to go back to work? I've heard it over and over from folks who actually get anxiety attacks on Sunday evening--every Sunday evening.
Maybe it's a loss of our sense of freedom. You notice I said a "sense" of freedom. True freedom, I think, is non-existant. When you're not "working" you're working in your home, with your kids, keeping commitments with friends, cleaning your house (my least favorite) preparing meals, cleaning up meals, and for writers--then, we write.
(Well, some of us write first and do that other stuff later)
I think true freedom comes in our choices of bondage, if that makes any sense. Do we want to be bonded to marriage? Do we want to be a slave to our muse? Do we want to be tied to a ball and chain attached to the vaccuum cleaner? Pick your poison.
Or do we want to commit ourselves to living in the streets where the only commitments we really have is to find food and shelter from the elements--and possibly the alcohol or drugs that -- once again chain us there. No, even that is not freedom.
My choice of chains is a commitment to my high school children, to my friends and family and to the romantic suspense I'm currently writing. Even when I stomp my foot and declare myself "incompetent, inept and downright bad as a writer" somehow I find myself going back to the computer and working on that next scene. Freedom, my foot.
I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving and that everyone in the world had Friday off as well. ( I know that's impossible--but, I can wish it for everyone)
Cheers.
Happy reading, writing and blogging from The Cottage of Blog and
Pat
posted by Unknown at 8:11 PM
1 Comments:
It can't be helped. If you'd recall, most people hate their job. That's why every Sunday, they dread Monday...and every Friday, they can't wait for the clock to hit 5:00PM.
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