There are times in the life of all of us when we feel like nothing is going right and everything is going wrong.
We suspect we’ve pissed off the Fates.
Or have done something to screw with our karma.
Or crossed the path of a black cat, while walking beneath a ladder, on Friday the 13th.
That’s how I’ve been feeling lately. Like I’ve got the reverse Midas-touch…everything I touch doesn’t turn to gold, but turns to lead. And sinks heavily upon my heart, my soul, my being.
(I’ve been known to resort to melodrama when feeling blue.)
I even named this time: A Perfect Confluence of Suckage — because here’s the thing — my running (which is usually what helps me control stress…of which I’ve had a lot lately) is practically non-existent and my writing is Sisyphus-like as I struggle to push words across the page only to delete them the next time I sit down.
I felt pretty sorry for myself.
Which is pretty stupid because I’m SO psyched about the upcoming release of FURTHER CONFESSIONS OF A SLIGHTLY NEUROTIC HITWOMAN and come hell or high water (I’ve probably jinxed myself with the mere mention of water) I’m doing a half marathon in October too!
So I had to mentally bitch-slap myself because if there’s one thing I know for sure, wallowing in my misery isn’t going to solve the problem. It’ll just make me feel worse.
With my face still stinging from the slap, I put on on my problem-solving cap.
I made an appointment with a podiatrist (since the reason I’m not running is that I’ve gotten so fearful of the pain I know accompanies it) and I gave myself permission to write the story I want to write rather than the story I think I can sell. And WITHIN AN HOUR of relieving myself of the pressure of having to do both, I figured out the PERFECT way to merge them!!! (so excited!!!)
So I’m pretty much over my Perfect Confluence of Suckage now that I’ve taken control of the things I can influence.
What do you do when the Confluence strikes you? What do you call it?