On not getting anywhere.
I am in the throes of possibly the most insidious blogging block I have ever suffered. I could say it’s because my head is stuffed with packing tape and bubble wrap, which is true. But what little gray matter I have left is simmering with so much anxiety that nothing coherent or interesting can get through. I assume my increased anxiety level is because of the imminent move, although the specific fears and worries have little to do with the fact that we're leaving Brooklyn forever and ever OH GOD. Right now I’m pretty much afraid of whatever’s around. For instance, the other day I read an article about dog bites, and then tried not to imagine Henry getting bitten, and then failed at that because my imagination is really working at top efficiency these days. Like that. Except everything else, too.
So I’m not sure what to do. I could write about my anxiety, but it’s boring me to tears, so I can only imagine what it would do to you. It would be like someone writing about how they can’t stop running in a tight circle around their living room day in and day out, run run run run. “Hour 34: I continue to run. I’m still not getting anywhere.” This is pretty much what I’m doing these days. Aren’t you glad you came to check in?










April 3, 2006
Reader Comments (69)
Good luck wiith everything.
OK so I whined a little today. One thing you NEVER are, Alice, is BORING!
I give you permission to be blocked....(did it work? sometimes it does....)
1. Your current mood, expressed via algebraic symbols.
2. Two things you wish manatees would get through their fat skulls.
3. One thing you might have eaten today without realizing it (hint: most likely hair)
4. Your least favorite ancient Chinese warlord (not counting Chang Hsueh-liang, 1882–1948...Hello, obvious!)
5. A pop song that reminds you of ironing.
6. No kidding, the ironing's really piling up. Get on that, would you?
7. Bow ties: Seriously?
8. Compose a friendly letter to God about the noise. (You might open by complimenting his cooking, which it so happens you can smell through the heating vents; then gently suggest that he turn down the Def Leppard after 10 p.m.; finally, praise the zinnias in his window planter.)
9. An early memory involving ironing. (Gotcha!)
10. Explain yourself. (Cite examples.)
Voila. Block removed. You're welcome.
Thank god for Lexapro.
getting married (check)
having a kid (check)
moving (about to).
so hang in there! many have been in your shoes...
Just a little assurance from someone eight months ahead of you in Bklyn-withdrawal: It's hard, so hard for about a month. Then, you start to unclench. Slowly, but surely, you get in the groove and enjoy the new pace.
PLUS! You are a mere train ride away. You'll be fine.
I e-mailed my concerns to my daughter who is happily smarter than myself and a great resource. She explained that in most emergencies you are supposed to put your hands on your cheeks, make an 'O' with your mouth and run rapidly in a circle. I think maybe just running in circles without the proper hand and mouth techniques may be the problem you are having. Hope this was helpful. Would you like some chocolate?
no, kidding. it's not fun. your pain is not fun. we are NOT having fun.
only you write it in a way that is fun so it's your fault if we are having fun. blame you. all you.
there. are you feeling better now?
I'm just hoping it's not me.
: )