When I was out in the working world, the 9 to 5 grind, Friday was Payday. The day you get rewarded for the hard work you did all week. Even if you didn't work that hard, that was the payoff. While most of us would love to think we derive satisfaction from doing a good job, the motivation for most is the money. The Payoff.
It was an interesting week trying to conquer my shortcomings and get my shit together. I ran the gamut. The highs and the lows. I did overcome, for the most part, although I didn't reach the highs I have hoped for. I am satisfied, but not satiated.
I did do a lot, and in terms of quantity, I did well. But there was nothing spectacular. And that is really what it is all about. You could write 50,000 words, and all they may remember is 50 of them. 50 great words buried in all that work. But that is okay.
By the time the week had closed, I had not written anything spectacular. I was about to shut it down, at 2am, when it happened. This rarely happens, but when it does, it makes it all worthwhile.
The idea. It just hits you, out of nowhere and you know instantly you are in for the joyride. You have to write it, right away. And you don't stop. It just flows out. For 5 minutes, 10 tops, you just let it guide you, like a Ouija board. Whatever comes out is great, and perfect. You just keep writing. You don't stop. You don't edit. You don't question.
That happened. And I knew it, as soon as it was done. The best thing I have done in months. I like to think it was my pay cheque. My reward for sticking with it all week.
Was it? I don't know, but I will keep telling myself it was when I try to revert back to lazy. Monday is about 48 hours away. I can't wait. And Wednesday, you better watch out. I am ready for you this time. You have been warned.
Below, I have included the previous 5 blogs that relate to the journey that led to this one.