(this is me gliding back into Real Life)
*inhale….exhale* I think I’m coming back to real life. I’ve spent the month of June working on a fundraiser auction. I’ve never even attended an auction, let alone run one, so I can say 90% of my time was researching and figuring out how to make this work. I did not realize it would be so much work. Like ALL of my time. I haven’t read anything. I have only written bidding sheets and item descriptions. I feel like every ounce of my creativity has been sapped from me, leaving me withering, jumping at any drops flung my way.
So I’m starting my journey back into Real Life with this post. Writing off the top of my head, letting something flow through me for a minute. I feel rusty, but this is like oil to my joints.
I don’t want you to think that the fundraiser was not worth it. I actually very much enjoyed planning it, preparing it. I enjoyed organizing, and researching, and staying behind the scenes while the event played out. Part of me wishes I could move on to another event, plan something new, help it to run smoothly, perfectly. The other part of me thinks about the books I missed, my characters I haven’t talked with in weeks.
Maybe planning this fundraiser didn’t actually drain my creativity. Maybe it stretched my creativity in new ways. Maybe I am stronger, smarter, better for it. Maybe the creative part of me is not withering and dying, maybe its been strengthened, worked, and after some ice water and a rest, it will be better than ever.
I don’t think I need a step back into Real Life. I’ve been here all the time. I wasn’t away from it while planning this event, I only put my energy toward something I’ve never tried before. Sure I missed my old friends, the words on a page, but they haven’t left me. They are always waiting for me to come back and pick them up again. And I will come back. Because you always drift back to your best friends.