Bad news: I’m sick. I think I’ve run my immune system down with too much rich food, booze, and exposure to my crazy family. (Sorry, family. But you know you’re crazy. This is news to no one.) Anyway, I woke up yesterday with a sore throat, headache, and cough, and the situation has deteriorated. This means that today I’m overloading on tea, Emergen-c, and reruns of What Not To Wear. I’m also distracting myself with Pinterest.
You guys know what Pinterest is, I’m sure. It’s one of the most mindlessly addictive websites I’ve encountered in, well, ever. Unlike Facebook, I never run out of things to look at on Pinterest. Unlike Twitter, Pinterest requires no reading. Or thinking. Or processing. You can just sit there and pin, pin, pin. Mindless. Comforting. Wonderful.
Except I got up almost three hours ago and I’ve done literally nothing all morning except pin. And the thing is, am I ever going to make or buy or do any of these things I’m pinning? Like, what are the odds I am going to make these butterfinger and cookie dough cheesecake bars? Or this sock dog? Or this bracelet? I mean, I’d have to buy beads. And string. Come on.
But there’s something nice about pretending that I’m going to do all of this stuff. The thing is, before I quit my job at the law firm, I always thought that when I started writing, I’d have tons of free time to, like, upcycle filing cabinets. Turns out, that is not the case. Even when I finish my writing obligations fairly early in the day, I don’t really feel like “creating” anything more ambitious than dinner for me and Al. Maybe this is because I use up my creative energy writing, but when I’m done, I kinda just feel like sitting on the couch and doing a crossword puzzle, or reading a book, or watching something stupid on TV. I mean, more power to these people who spend their free time upcycling things and making animals out of socks, but that’s not realistic for me.
Oh, well. Maybe today I’ll motivate and finally get around to making that tee-shirt shopping bag I’ve been meaning to make for all these years. Or maybe not.