Burrowing time
When your head is down and you’re doing the work—and you must, if work is to get done, allot great swaths of head-down time—you will start to think you’re going nuts.
I’m not talking abut the hard-work times when you throw yourself into something to make it: the writing of the five-minute, 20-slide Ignite presentation, or the mad throwing of paint onto the canvas, or the endless and endlessly exhausting (but invigorating) hammering out of physical details during the mounting of a play (mount that sucka!) or what have you.
I’m talking about the in-between, unplugged, unmoored time Between Big Goals, where things are stewing and churning and sorting themselves out. The wandering in the desert years.
These are the times that try Type-A souls. The time between “clicks,” or getting It, or synthesis, for you Hegelian types. The mooshy, squooshy, ambiguous times where your only answer to “What’s new?” is “I dunno…not much…”, delivered with a rictus of a smile and a fervent wish for either the floor to open up beneath you or the Star Trek transporter to kick in and for the love of all that’s holy, get you the h-e-double-hockey-sticks outta there.
This is the part where four-year-old you is tempted to dig through the soft soil to reassure yourself the seed is, indeed, sprouting roots, or the seven-year-old you is tempted to pick at the scab or the 16-to-33-year-old you (assuming you’re female) is tempted to ask where this relationship is going, anyway.
It’s going. It’s stitching itself together. It’s growing and happening and doing all the stuff it’s supposed to, so leave it be and do something else. There are these things called books, and there is this practice I’ve heard tell of called “reading for pleasure” and this other practice of sleeping in between regular sleep times called napping and…well, lots of stuff. A unicorn, too, I think.
Sometimes you work-work, and sometimes there is burrowing. I will not lie to you—I am one of those who forgets, every damned time, about the burrowing, and fills time that could be spent “reading” or “napping” or “riding” my “unicorn” with worrying and gnashing of teeth and endless reorganization of files.
Please. Do as I say, not as I do: let your sub- and unconscious selves do their heavy lifting when it’s their turn.
And yes, this message comes at you from someone who is, I believe, coming out of burrowing and is being written by what I believe is a thin slant of light from the other side of what I can only characterize as the world’s longest, blackest tunnel.
Stay with me. Better yet, stay with you.
Stay the course…
xxx
c
Image by AndyRob via Flickr, used under a Creative Commons license.
TOPICS: change, personal growth.
13 Comments, Comment or Ping
LPC
Oh honey, when you write like that I want to mother you. And you are a grown person, I know.
Nov 18th, 2009
the communicatrix
I’ve never been one to turn down some good mothering action when the opportunity presents itself.
Thanks for the virtual mom-hug. Much appreciated.
Nov 18th, 2009
Briana
Oh I love this. 16-33 year old me literally asked “where this relationship is going, anyway” last week (in a way less *wearing my heart on my sleeve* sort of way), and metaphorically keeps asking it in lots of other ways with lots of other things going on in my life. I needed to read this.
From the outside, it sure hasn’t seemed like you’ve been in a long, black tunnel ~ and happy to hear that you see a glimmer of light.
Nov 19th, 2009
Dave
“get me the h-e-double-hockey-sticks outta here!”
God that is so funny – I spewed the orange I was eating all over my monitor.
Nov 19th, 2009
Sheryl Sisk
SO freaking true. All of it.
I call it filling the well ’cause I loves me some Julia Cameron/Artist’s Way. I know she used it in conjunction with artist’s dates but that’s kind of what you’re talking about here. Being open to the experiences you’re seeking for no other purpose than being open to them. I believe it’s THE key to inspiration, if, y’know, there is ONE key (and, nah, probably not, but still – important).
Nov 19th, 2009
Emma
Yes, and yes, and yes. How is it that you always know what is happening with me? You are a wonder, O Communicatrix.
E
PS, Missed you last night at Jerry’s. xo
Nov 19th, 2009
the communicatrix
Briana – Yeah. I don’t say it anymore, but every once in a while, I will catch myself thinking it. Noticing/acknowledging is the thing. 90% of it, anyway.
Dave – Sticky! But evocative!
Sheryl – Ah, yes! Aunt Julia! I send other people back to that well often enough. Should remind myself that it’s there for me, too.
Emma – I am magic-with-a-”k”! :-)
Nov 19th, 2009
Petrea Burchard
I peeked out of my burrow and this is what I saw. Serendipity! Now I know it’s safe to go back under!
Nov 19th, 2009
Juan Carlos
This is a WONDERFUL note too. Thank you for that!!!!!
Nov 20th, 2009
Sue | AbundantMama
“The wandering in the desert years”…that’s how I knew to read this. I had just put a name to my experience of late and this is where I am. I have been burrowing. I’m down so far now, surely I’m about to pop out through the other side. This … waiting … catches me up, especially when I ask, “How long?” I have to remind myself there is purpose in the burrowing. A contraction from all that came before and all that shall come after. Nice words. Thanks.
Nov 21st, 2009
Andrew Lightheart @alightheart
But *is* the seed really growing?
And is it the *right* seed?
And it takes so *loooong*.
Thanks for the timely reassurance.
Nov 22nd, 2009
Andy Roberts
I’m glad you found an appropriate use for my photo, it seems to go well with your theme here.
Nov 28th, 2009
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