Doing Dishes

I always seem to catch my second blast of creativity around 9pm. After the gym, after dinner, after I've had a few minutes to catch up on my personal emails and social shit, I can usually count on myself to want to start writing, start a new project, or choreograph a new dance. Yup. 9pm. And it is exactly at that point that I need to start thinking about doing the dishes, taking a shower, and hoping I give myself some time to unwind and read a short chapter in a book.

I know that time is all relative. What I spend my time doing seems important to me at the time, then when I'm laying in bed and wishing I'd spent my time otherwise I wonder if I'm regretting what I did with my day, or just trying to make plans to do it better the next day. I do my best to not regret a single moment in my life - that's particularly hard when you're not doing something you WANT to do for eight hours of that day. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my job now, it's got a lot of fun components and I have learned more in the last month in this job than I did when I flipped burgers at the zoo for an entire summer. In fact, I'm taking some massive social marketing classes by big names in the business and learning how to improve not only my company in social media, but MY LIFE in social media. I've got a list of ideas that I can't wait to get started in my own life. At the end of these classes, which will sadly be over on May 26th, I'll receive a certificate (after I take a quiz) to prove that I am a social marketing genius. Then it's just convincing my company that this is the new viable way to market.Oh the massive Catch 22 in this situation is killing me!

I was not only inspired by today's classes, but also by a short chapter in a book I'm reading during lunch: The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying. In it, Sogyal Rinpoche writes about living corpses. How we all live according to some plan - go to school, graduate, get married, have kids, have a career, spend money, go on vacation and finally retire. It sounds boring when you put it like that. I don't want to be a living corpse, and while much of my life doesn't follow that plan (especially the kid part) a lot of the rest of my life does. I DO want to have a career, I'm just not currently working in my field (in fact I'm so far from it, it's not even funny), I save money to go on vacation, and I did get married, much to my chagrin. I am constantly reevaluating my life and wondering if I'm doing the right things to point me in the direction of my dreams. Sometimes I'd rather life just take over and I'll float on the water instead of swimming against it, but then when that happens I just find myself stuck at the kitchen sink again, washing dishes and listening to music. I can't put a stop to it - I can only let the dishes go for so long - but I can make sure that I'm living my life to the best of my abilities. So, when that creativity slams into me at 9pm, I'll utilize it to do something (tonight was writing a blog post), and then I'll get back to the rest of that mundane bullshit.

I wonder what type of music will come up while I'm doing the dishes tonight. Maybe I'll be inspired.