I haven’t written much lately. In fact, aside from yesterday’s brief observation of global conquest, it’s been a week. I’ve been feeling a kind of malaise, a lack of motivation to write posts even though I’ve commented on a few other people’s. I just haven’t felt like writing.
I couldn’t even be bothered to finish any of the partially written posts I have saved just for such occasions. Yes, I’m familiar with the concepts of forward planning, putting some away for a rainy day, and having a ‘Plan B’ in your pocket. Imagine you’ve been putting money in the bank just in case you ever need it one day. Then, when that day comes, you can’t be bothered to go to the bank to get it. That’s how I’ve been feeling about blogging this past week.
There could be other explanations. As my blogroll grows, I find myself reading other people’s work more, leaving less time to write. I’ve also been trying to teach more online. Since the students are in Korea, the classes are late at night and in the early morning hours. That means I’ve been sleeping well into the day. When I can fill the whole night, and I’m told it will get busy in April, it’ll pay off. Right now, I’m just tired. Then there’s the fact that my mind drifts to what I’d like to do. Torn between what I want to do and what I have to do, I don’t put enough time or energy into either.
But, I’ve also been procrastinating. I sometimes wonder if the time of year has something to do with it. As far as I can remember, March has always been a slow month for me. Even in my senior executive level negotiation days with an international publisher, I don’t think I ever closed a deal in March. Budget and fiscal issues may have played into it because April was usually good, but I still feel below par in March.
I started to feel this way about the middle of the month. Now, I even have a mild cold or flu to recover from. Beware the ides of March, indeed. Maybe its the darkness before the dawn – the final days of winter just before spring, the time of renewal or return to life. Most cultures celebrate this time of year for that purpose. Easter was actually hijacked from an earlier pagan celebration, Eastre, as many religious holidays are. Of course, some will say that is not true – Easter is a unique celebration of the rejuvenation of a corpse and its ascent to heaven. If this be true, I be Caesar.
As I look around my one bedroom East Van apartment it’s apparent that, not only am I not Caesar, it’s also in need of a spring cleanout and renewal. Whatever. I’m just waiting for April to roll around.