Obedience

I've found that some of my most productive writing is done in heightened emotional states, and that's scary to consider. Today feels calm, and it feels like it's going to be a decent enough day. So I ask myself, "where's the pursuit?" It's a strange consideration, and it makes me think back to this line of thought where I was telling myself that suffering doesn't always make you better. Sometimes, a good day feels scant. Life just keeps adding different stressors one day after another, and true rest and consolidation can be tough to find sometimes. I guess being comfortable in peace is a skill in itself; it can feel tempting to want some kind of conflict or pressure in life, but I don't want to convince myself that I need it to make myself a better writer. Thought is an infinite resource. There's this idea I have that if I never stop thinking, then that means I can never stop writing. Well, at least that's how it would be in theory. But honestly, going through these troughs where I…