Hello. I've been feeling a little blah lately, doubting my writing capabilities in addition to wondering if the general economy will better itself anytime soon. I have noticed that some people have found intensely fulfilling and/or well-paying jobs, while others are too emotionally downtrodden to muster up the courage to apply. Personally, I know someone, a college graduate, who applied to 20+ job openings over the past few years, and had only a handful of companies reply back.
Flagrant frustration, I tell you--borderline insanity, which is why I believe that there must always be an intricate balance between the outside world and one's own inner sanctuary from the proverbial storm. I find solace in a moralistic novel; some Rachael Yamagata, a stroll in the yard.
This spring, I have found myself gravitating towards the backyard garden
to renew the spirit. Instead of hunkering down near the computer to
edit, I walk outside (probably a bad idea, but sometimes one
needs a break!). I steady myself by the manzanitas, one of which is
growing a tiny apple; by the Thumbelina Leigh Lavender I breathe in
deeply the aromatic calm of scent. Instead of wracking my brain for the
correct word or analysis, calmness overtakes me when I am in
the thick of nature. Overwhelmed, I am not. And for that, I am grateful.