Cake Ramblings


It’s been a while since I’ve written anything for the sake of just writing about something. I haven’t been feeling creative lately and I blamed it on lack of inspiration. 

Then I realized, damn you, inspiration. You seem to come during assigned nap times on airplane rides and mornings at the laundromat when I’m staring off into some random corner of the room dreaming about the crunch of almond croissants - those are times I don’t have anything to write with or feel extreme guilt at the thought of pulling out a pen at the expense of disturbing everyone’s slumber by shining a dim but glaring overhead cabin light. 

Then I thought about it some more. I think we all have this idea that creativity is gloriously having your brain injected with some sort of magical jolt juice, which, if you think about it, kind of sounds like caffeine or one too many drinks (but let’s not talk about that because that’s not the healthy way of going about and tackling these things). 

When I thought about it some more, creativity, at its core, is letting yourself be inspired, but putting the work in to get things done. 

Everyone likes inspiration - it’s exciting, cool and easily seduces you into an infinite world of possibilities. Grit, on the other hand, makes you settle. It drags you down from lalaland into the realities of work, and, let’s be real, no one likes that.

We like to think, to fantasize, to ideate. We don’t like sitting down and grinding through the process.

When you think of it, inspiration is like a freshly baked triple-chocolate cookie but grit is like that forgotten slice of cake molding somewhere in the back of the fridge. 

Lately, I’ve been feeling inspired by acoustic covers, sad love songs and a few patients I’ve come across at work. I sat in front of my laptop with no idea of what I wanted to write. In all honesty, this is probably more like mind vomit rather than anything logical.

But hey, I’m writing and feeling the urge to write just for the sake of writing again, and that’s like finally tossing out that month-old cake from the fridge.