It’s here, it’s finally here. Summer. And along with it, those undeniable feelings of pure bliss and making time to take time. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about balance, and the benefits it carries in terms of creative energy. Creativity exists in a delicate balance, and every creative has their own particular formula. For me, it was my understanding that I had my formula down pat. Basically it involved me working myself into the ground having no sleep and pretty much forgetting what day it was. It seems strange but logistical details are just not important to me at all. I like to feel wired, spurred on by deadlines and pressure and letting my mind run the way it does. My creative brain at times feels so entirely separate from the part that controls my ability to stay somewhat organised. I’ve never really been one for routines, I tend to like to surprise myself with the happenings of the day, this can of course be frustrating for those around me.
Usually I do not go more than 6 hours without writing. I’m one of those people who will ask you “don’t you get worried about all the thoughts and stuff you miss out on when you’re sleeping?”. This of course is crazy, and every time the words spill out of my mouth I’m met with the same reaction. By that I mean people either think I’m joking or start talking to me in slow, soft docile tones and are one step away from patting me on the head. There have been many times where I’ve woken up in the middle of the night, with a jump, grabbed my pen and started writing.
But things are changing. I took the weekend off. Well 36 hours of it anyway. And I lived like others do on the weekend. And I think this is why I love summer. When it’s cold and dreary it’s very easy to sit inside and write. There’s actually nothing I find more comforting than sitting inside my run down terrace, with the paint peeling, hearing and feeling the rain clash with the sea breeze as it wanders through my window. Working. I love, love what I get the opportunity to (almost) do for a living. Almost nothing brings me more joy than writing and working. Yes, I am a workaholic and you know what… I’m very proud of that fact. When my editor emails me after I’ve submitted something at 4am asking me whether I realise there is something called ‘sleep’. I say yes but I really mean no. But recently my routine has so wonderfully began to collide with someone else’s and I’m remembering things like the eight hour work day, and sleeping for longer than four hours at a time, and basic things like breakfast and having utensils in my house. I think I owned a fork once but that’s kind of long gone.
Anyway… I had one of those kind of weekends where I felt like there should have been cheesy teen music playing in the background, with many a montage flashing before my eyes. Starting in Gregson park with a literal backdrop of sunset I engaged in the outdoor frivolity that is the Sunset Gather. I will give a bit of a shoutout to the organisers of this event as, despite my love for the east end, your new venue is divine and alludes openness and once again, it was a spectacular event. A detour via Fortunate Son saw cocktails and good company and longing stares that happen when the alcohol hits, the breeze is warm and delicious and you’re feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. Think about the last time you really relished in sharing space. That time where you could finally take a breath and relax and feel as though things are finally falling into place. I had one of those weekends. I had one of those weekends where I woke up late, took my time at breakfast and swam in the ocean. I had a real weekend. And for this I am thankful. I had one of those weekends where the afternoons were long and seemed to fade into the night with ease, where the beer came in pints and the wonderful sounds of Adam Miller rang through the courtyard. Just honestly pure bliss.
So basically what I’m trying to say is, it got me thinking. It got me thinking that maybe there is more to life than work. Maybe there is more to life than hiding away in my apartment and writing the words. Maybe it’s a chance to actually live life so I have some words to write and continually feel inspired. So here’s so summer. Here’s to spending wonderful company in the sunshine, in amongst our wonderful town. Weekends full of stuff and things.