It’s hard to channel your creative spirit when you’re stressed about paying the bills.
Most people in the world don’t have the luxury of being “creative” or “artistic”. I heard a statistic today that said, “To be in the top 1% of wealth on a global scale, you only need to make $34,000/year.”
Well this year I made 25k. My wife made the same. Combined we made $50k. (We are both teachers in Korea. If you add some of the benefits we received, like pension and housing, then our yearly income might’ve been closer to $60k).
So I guess individually, we’re just under the %1 of wealthiest people in the world margin. But still, we’re privileged white Americans, so what do we have to complain about? Maybe our student loans will go into default, but we’re not going to starve anytime soon.
The point is, I’ve gotta work on my story today, but I’m stressed about paying the bills this month – so I went for a bike ride to try and massage my worries.
I know I’ve got nothing to complain about, really. Especially if I try and think about my problems on a global scale. But that doesn’t change how shitty I feel.
It’s bad enough that I feel bad. Now, on top of that, I also have to feel guilty because I know that other people have it worse.
The only good writing advice that I can dredge up in the moment – the only piece of advice that makes me feel just a little bit better – is this: I heard once that if you’re feeling anger or dread or anxiety, you should try and channel those feelings into your art. That way you’ll get it out of your system. You’ll purge the poison from you’re soul. And instead of yelling at your spouse or bitching at your co-workers, you’ll at least have created a work of art!
I know it’s not the highest quality of inspiration, but that’s the best I can do for today.
Chalk it up to a Monday. Tomorrow will be better no doubt.