There should be a fancy German word for the yearning to quickly create something that will look beautiful on goddamn Instagram.
I have a new routine (and you know I love me some new routines), and it involves me getting up at five in the morning (yes, this is what some self-employed people do). I do a bunch of things that are good for me (yoga! meditation! journaling!), and then I’m working by 7:30 AM.
If you subscribe to Cal Newport’s Deep Work theory, which I do, you know we only have 3 to 4 hours (at most) of excellent thinking in us per day. I write from 7:30 till about noon when I’m done with my heavy lifting.
Since I start so early, lately I’ve been giving myself a nice big fat lunch break. Sometimes it involves a long nap, sometimes a dip in the hot tub (more on this soon) — it always involves reading a book.
Then I quick-change into a different hat. Afternoons are devoted to important business stuff like email and marketing and eating vast amounts of cheddar popcorn from Trader Joe’s.
But, dude, I’m kind of wiped out by the time it’s four or five. That’s when I start scrolling Instagram, the only almost-safe social media platform left when it comes to not getting triggered by politics.
And when I’m scrolling, what I’m really doing is yearning for another–different–outlet. What if my business was actually making and sewing red buttons to black velvet? What if I cast spells and drew tarot cards online? What if I calligraphed heartfelt sayings and sold them to the highest bidder?
I’m not saying I want to do any of these things. The opposite — I have the best job in the world, and I truly wouldn’t trade it for anything else.
But I yearn for a beautiful Instagram feed. Right now, my feed is full of the rescued puppies, some selfies, and more pictures of puppies.
(Video via puppy-comadre, my sister Bethany.)
My Insta feed feels a little bit like my house does. Cluttered and untidy, but 100% the place I want most to be. (Literally something that just happened two seconds ago — I tried to put on my slippers which were under my desk, and I had to shake cheese popcorn out of them first.)
What does this all mean?
Perhaps this afternoon’s musing is about honoring that desire to capture something beautiful and to set it next to reality.
My life is messy and full of puppy poop. But it’s also chock full of love and laughter and light and grace and gratefulness.
Pensive Iris
I think I’m going to try to write more frequent posts (without rules – I set myself a rule of one a day and immediately didn’t feel like doing it). I think I’ll do calligraphy of my own quotes. They’ll be awkward and a little sloppy and completely heartfelt. I either continue it or I’ll stop, either is fine.
I’m getting better at understanding that life is okay just the way it is, and that I’m just fine, where I am, in this seat, even when I’m sitting on ground popcorn cheese (perhaps especially then).
humbledaisy says
But the puppies are beautiful and the story about how you found their mother is beautiful (and sad in a way) and the popcorn story is also good. Today, those can be your sloppy and awkward and beautiful portions.
Thanks for continuing the saga of what it’s like to be a writer –
Rachael says
Thank you so much. <3
Valerie Ihsan says
I loved this! I’ve been trying to resurrect my blog for years. I don’t write in it anymore because now I’m a “real” writer and what I used to blog about wasn’t professional-sounding enough.
Which is dumb. And so now I’m committed to posting a weekly post on whatever I want. Even if it’s not professional.
(Especially if it’s not professional.)
So thank you.
Rachael says
ESPECIALLY if it’s not professional. Let’s do it together.
Sarah says
This was exactly the post I needed to read at this exact moment. And now I’m going to bed with a book and will attempt to get up early and be productive… or not (but probably). Either way it’s ok, and the world won’t fall down if I don’t.
Rachael says
YESSSS. <3
Anja Carolina says
me too, exactly how my life (and feed is) – thank you, now I can breathe again and finally I can start blogging perhaps.
– Anja Carolina
Rachel A Mitchell says
Keep up the blog, please!! Love hearing your thoughts, especially when they’re off the cuff. Also, I feel the same about my Instagram feed. You are not alone… A messy life is a well loved life!. ( I meant to type lived, but subconsciously, I wrote loved. I think it like that better!)
Rachael Herron says
well loved life! Yes!
Kathleen A Conery says
Haha! I know just what you mean about scrolling through Instagram! I love my life (usually) and the job I have (by and large) and the people and things in it (mostly). But the visual beauty of some peoples gardens/houses/traveling/creations… wakes a yearning in me too.
So I guess I’ll just have to be more present in my now, and make more sure that that now is more full of the people and things I love… cats purring, knitting clicking, partner chatting, etc.
And then, maybe… I might try that embroidery thing I’ve been eyeing… maybe, just a little…
Rachael Herron says
YESS! Do it! 🙂
Teresa says
❤️