There was a day recently in which I wandered rather scattered through the hours of my morning …more so than normal.
My writing lay a scribbled mess in the back room where I’d left the television on hoping Dr. Phil would quietly instill wisdom to my words. In the dining room, my clay sculptures remained in frozen limbo, in the ‘work in progress’ limbo that is. And me, well, I was convinced the search for my Muse lay within the dish soap bubbles tucked down within the kitchen sink. It seems, when all else fails with creativity, one is driven to housework, go figure.
My mind was bouncing betwixt and between my writing, and my sculptures, doing very little with either I might add, but was also weakly grabbing at some music and chatter from the radio. I heard the radio announcer proclaim how ‘dangerous Spanx were’. Spanx, for the uninformed, being the marvelous women’s undergarment designed by, Sara Blakely, that magically eliminates, for awhile, the unsightly bulges that arrive uninvited upon women’s belly and butt.
“Spanx—it’s all hidden and squashed!”—Sienna Miller
I nodded in complete agreement to the news, for although Spanx did indeed work for those important nights out, they were in fact dangerous. Just thinking about the struggle women go through pulling on the constricting material, the wrestling that takes place in the attempt to push all jiggly bits into the Spanx package, not to mention the muscles required and the determination necessary to overcome the natural fall of the body, it’s not for the weak I tell you.
I blew at the soap bubbles searching for any hidden Muse while pops of past memories reminded me of the anguish of bathroom trips while wearing Spanx. I shuddered.
The radio picked that moment to inform me that Spanx were, in fact, poisonous.
Poisonous? Say what? I released the drain on the sink wickedly saying goodbye to any Muse that preferred a watery exit as opposed to any partnership with me. Hey, I knew Spanx were vicious, but poisonous, that seemed rather far fetched. Even if my imagination was on point, which it wasn’t, there was no way I could twist and turn the Spanx towards poison.
I straightened, shaking off any thoughts of my Muse hiding in the bubbles at the bottom of the sink and targeted my full attention to the radio.
The clouds lifted finally from my mind and I realized they were talking about snakes! Snakes!
Hahahahahahaha
This foggy error on my part kept me laughing so hard, I just had to leave the house and head immediately for a latte at Chapters. Inspiration could be found there, I was sure of it!
So, what did I learn from this event:
1/. Sometimes I do indeed daydream far too much, which can be dangerous, as it causes the intake of scrambled information.
2/. I seem to have a buried fear of Spanx.
3/. I spend an awful lot of time in search of inspiration (aka searching for my Muse) instead of actually doing work.
4/. I have issues, a lot of issues (but I think I will learn to embrace them!)
Happy New Years to all! May 2019 be a peaceful, inspirational year!
