The year is finally coming to a close. It’s been a good year but I wouldn’t have known it without doing a retrospective. I usually look back on what I did the last year and I did a lot of new things this year, like take an improv class. Cool things like see two bands I’ve wanted to see for years. Write and release a second poetry book. Take a screenwriting class.
This year has been a setup year for the future, for 2017. Tomorrow is the beginning for bigger and better, higher and greater, awesome and amazing.
Last weekend I met with a friend who recently published a book called “God and the Ants.” It was a time to catch up for the months we hadn’t seen each other. She shared about her book and I knew her book had a specialness to it. Little did I know how special it was.
The next morning I woke up and went to my desk to get online. Opening the door, I saw tiny ants all over my desk and invading my little office area. I started squashing ants and I knew somehow this had to do with my meeting last night. Immediately I had to admit to myself that I had harbored a subtle layer of jealousy about her releasing a novel. I was denying it to myself but when the ants invaded I knew this was a sign to confess.
I quickly wrote an email to my friend and confessed the jealousy and then spent all day fighting off ants, spraying sprays, squashing ants, and caulking up the gaps in the baseboards and floorboards where the ants were entering from. I needed help and another friend suggested using diatomaceous earth. It’s a natural, non-toxic bug killer and it seemed too good to be true, but my friend insisted it would work.
A quick trip to the hardware store and I started dusting the stuff into the floorboards. It seemed to not work, but I was assuming the dust would kill bugs instantly. My friend later clarified that it actually takes time to work and it will work given some time. The ant invasion stopped after a few days and I finally got some restful sleep this week.
All this to say, buy and read this book! It’s got something special on it, let’s call it magical anointing for now. But no more ant invasions, please.
P.S. My friend graciously received my confession and gave an encouraging word. Now that’s a friend.
This week my brain has been fried and scrambled, but it’s actually making my brain work. I feel my brain neurons making new connections and it comes across as a panic but it’s really just something new, so it’s like growing pains.
Writing the beginnings of a screenplay has done that to my brain this week.