Wagons, On and Off

Notice the gap in time between this post and the post previous. What happened? Who knows? Who cares?

“Who cares?” is probably more the answer. If I knew there were hundreds of readers eagerly awaiting my posts, I’d have put them out. But I didn’t feel inspired. I didn’t feel I had the time, and I didn’t feel the need to write them.

I’ve never felt that doing a blog like this is a waste of time. Whether one person reads it or a million, I feel good about it. But I don’t feel the need to post every day, or every work day, or even every week. For the past month or so, I gave myself a break. The way I see it, slacking off is a healthy part of discipline. Sometimes it’s time to let off when you’ve been pushing too hard. Sometimes it’s time when something else is going on. Sometimes it’s just a good idea for no particular reason.

Obviously there are plenty of people who don’t have this attitude to discipline and hard work, and not just Nazis and Fascists, artists too. There are fewer who actually practice what the believe, but they exist. I’m not saying they’re wrong. We all need to do what works for us. We all need to constantly check in and adjust what we do, in the quest to find what works now.

I’m sure I’ll never understand the secret to being motivated and staying motivated. I’m sure there is no secret. But I’m learning more and more of the pieces. Knowing that there’s someone reading and waiting and caring is a big one of them. Not just for artists, but for everyone.