I rarely suffer from the dread disease known as Writerâ€™s Block, at least not in the conventional sense. The world is filled with blog fodder so it is not at all difficult to locate a topic. The issues I have aside from having a sick and twisted sense of humor are a bit different than not being able to find the words to put down. It is easy to apply pen to paper.
No what bothers me with more frequency than I care to think about is my distaste and disgust with the words that I write. The moments where I look at the screen and silently read something that is stilted, awkward and ineloquent. Moments where I scrunch up my face and shake my head because I know that I am capable of producing something far better.
Moments of utter hypocrisy. Why? Because I teach my children that as long as you tried hard it is ok to have a bad day. I teach them that sometimes they donâ€™t have to hit it out of the park, that a lay up is worth as much as a dunk. But I donâ€™t always follow my own rules, my advice is best served to others because I donâ€™t listen to anyone let alone myself.
So what does this have to do with my pal Cookie Monster? It is simple really. When I get frustrated and feel like I am slamming my head against the wall I look for distractions. Simple things that take the edge off and make me smile.
Cookie Monster is a hero. He is a stud. Dude can walk into any bar/party/event and be guaranteed that half the women there will fight for his attention.Not bad for someone with big googly eyes, a scratchy voice and a body who will only know a six pack by virtue of standing next to a refrigerator.
Cookie Monster isnâ€™t complicated. He knows what he likes and isnâ€™t bashful about trying to obtain. I support that sort of confidence. I am a fan of those that are willing to chase their dreams. Doesnâ€™t hurt that I consider Cookie to be a contemporary of mine, after all we burst onto the scene at the same time.
If you think about it, it is kind of inspiring. Forty-two years of eating cookies and whatever else he can shove down his gaping maw and not one single health issue. Hell, I admit to being jealous. I canâ€™t eat like that anymore, not without paying for it.
But I digress. The whole point of this post is that when you are frustrated because you canâ€™t find the words or donâ€™t like the ones that are you are using all you need is a brief distraction. This was mine and now if youâ€™ll excuse me I have to return to the work that actually pays the bills.
Thanks again Cookie for being a good friend, you have helped me more than you know.