My cultivated reaction to frustration is to put it down with a shaky handed cattle bolt to the head. I then stand over its incompletely killed soon to be corpse and bask for a second in some ideal that convinces me that it’s good, right, just, noble, beneficial, categorically impelled to destroy non-rational rumblings from the deeps.
Im introducing a new bill into the legislature of my soul. I’m calling it the Exasperation Proclamation. The spirit is to not loose sight of the fruits of frustration as I put it down. My executive branch has ratified it and legislative is split but currently attaching riders to make all sides agree. We’ll see what the judicial does in real time. It’s just an elbow poke to my meditative mind saying, “Hey, take note of that too. Useful stuff there, taken in context.”
I’m a white whaler type. I work hard a lot and take on huge things. I love what I do and, other than necessities for the maintenance of sanity (NMSs), don’t see any real separation between work product and art, or work time and play time. I often, however, strive long and hard for something big and far away without allowing myself to feel that I’m failing to get there. Then, generally, I find myself short on time with winter coming and fall back on stress to push me through to doing a good job.
Behold the motivation behind the bill: I know this is going to happen all along, but let it do so. This seems to be in large part due to the fact that I don’t listen to what I know at levels below the motivated me that seeks fulfillment and refuge in the doing.
I need some leverage, so I’ll pry apart a dualism. Frustration that comes from things that are ‘my own damn fault’ may deliver some actionable insight into what I should be doing right now instead of blissfully swooping through productivity, fingers spread into ineffective feathers. Frustration from pressures pushing in from things that should not be needs to be allowed to tell me where I need to push back. It’s getting weary holding these two halves apart but it’s productive as this idea is fruitful still. You cut an apple in half to see if it’s rotten. Don’t see any rot? Doesn’t mean it isn’t in or half or the other, but it’s easier to be sure.
So thank you and wish me having had luck in my corner of this universe, both throughout the time between my writing of this and your reading and into the future.