You know you’re an obsessive, delusional, creatively insane writer/artist when…
…you just can’t seem to STOP working on your dreams for one dang second and reLAX!
No, really, I think it’s called ROCBSRUU (Restless Obsessive Creative Brain Soaked in Rainbow Unicorn Urine).
I just worked a full day at my day job (community supported agriculture/organic farm), I’m pooped (no unicorn involved), and what do I do when I get home?
Do I go relax in my little box?
Nope!
Do I take a nice, relaxing bath and let my cares wash away?
Nope!
Do I stretch my mind and hamstrings into blissful oblivion��with everything?
Pussy says no.
What DO I do when I get home after I’m already running off of four hours of sleep (not a morning person am I. The force is weak before noon) and I’ve been on my feet all day?
The same damn thing I’ve been doing pretty much non-stop every day all week, all month, all year: striving to achieve my unicorn urine soaked dreams of writing and other artistic endeavors! Like a lunatic…
At first, I sit down in front of my computer with a glass of wine, some hacked off cheese hunks and mutilated apple slices, commanding myself to watch Firefly on Netflix and relax – thoughts of writing, cover design, marketing, research, networking, editing, emailing, twittering, diddling, etc. are to stay buried under the rock, under the concrete pour, that’s under the electrified fortress guarded by velociraptors where my mind is NOT allowed to go tonight – annnnnnnnd ten minutes into Firefly I pause it and start doing this….
DAMMIT!
Down brain! Down! Focus. I mean, don’t focus.��Relax. Just listen to Mal.
Actually, don’t listen to Mal.
I take a sip of wine, watch another five minnnnnannnnnnd open photoshop! Cause I have so many book covers to finish for my publisher! And that one cover just needs a little more tweaking, maybe a little swash and a swoosh, and then I’ll….
Sigh.
I say again.
To my brain.
And my brain says…
So I say, “fine!”
You know what we’re gonna do then?
We’re going to write a blog about not relaxing and being obsessed with doing everything that’s even remotely related to our dreams and goals like writing a blog about how we’re obsessed with our dreams and goals!
And my brain be like…
Whoa.
And thus, my��ventral striatum, amygdala, and I can relax, post this in the morning, and now go read harry potter or something…..completely unrelated to dissecting sentence structure, plot arc, and character development…
What do you find yourself passionately obsessing about, and how do you relax?
The Motivated Mind: Where Our Passion & Creativity Comes From
No, really, I think it’s called ROCBSRUU (Restless Obsessive Creative Brain Soaked in Rainbow Unicorn Urine).
I just worked a full day at my day job (community supported agriculture/organic farm), I’m pooped (no unicorn involved), and what do I do when I get home?
Do I go relax in my little box?
Nope!
Do I take a nice, relaxing bath and let my cares wash away?
Nope!
Do I stretch my mind and hamstrings into blissful oblivion��with everything?
Pussy says no.
What DO I do when I get home after I’m already running off of four hours of sleep (not a morning person am I. The force is weak before noon) and I’ve been on my feet all day?
The same damn thing I’ve been doing pretty much non-stop every day all week, all month, all year: striving to achieve my unicorn urine soaked dreams of writing and other artistic endeavors! Like a lunatic…
At first, I sit down in front of my computer with a glass of wine, some hacked off cheese hunks and mutilated apple slices, commanding myself to watch Firefly on Netflix and relax – thoughts of writing, cover design, marketing, research, networking, editing, emailing, twittering, diddling, etc. are to stay buried under the rock, under the concrete pour, that’s under the electrified fortress guarded by velociraptors where my mind is NOT allowed to go tonight – annnnnnnnd ten minutes into Firefly I pause it and start doing this….
DAMMIT!
Down brain! Down! Focus. I mean, don’t focus.��Relax. Just listen to Mal.
Actually, don’t listen to Mal.
I take a sip of wine, watch another five minnnnnannnnnnd open photoshop! Cause I have so many book covers to finish for my publisher! And that one cover just needs a little more tweaking, maybe a little swash and a swoosh, and then I’ll….
Sigh.
I say again.
To my brain.
And my brain says…
So I say, “fine!”
You know what we’re gonna do then?
We’re going to write a blog about not relaxing and being obsessed with doing everything that’s even remotely related to our dreams and goals like writing a blog about how we’re obsessed with our dreams and goals!
And my brain be like…
Whoa.
And thus, my��ventral striatum, amygdala, and I can relax, post this in the morning, and now go read harry potter or something…..completely unrelated to dissecting sentence structure, plot arc, and character development…
What do you find yourself passionately obsessing about, and how do you relax?
If you too suffer from��ROCBSRUU then read this article:
The Motivated Mind: Where Our Passion & Creativity Comes From
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