I had a wonderful plan worked out to keep me writing on this wonderful blog. I also made a promise to myself that I would only use this space to talk about uplifting things (with exception for the occasional amusing rant) because I don’t want to unleash my negative thoughts on you. Over the past few months, these two intentions have unfortunately conflicted and I have erred on the side of silence.
There are plenty of inspiring stories out there about the American can-do spirit and how people are banding together to take care of each other in tough times. I’m sure these people exist (and I’m glad they do), but I think I can safely say that they are few and far between. I don’t want to dwell on the specifics of my troubles, but suffice it to say that I am in the same boat as many other well-educated, hard-working creative people who are playing the waiting game with this economy.
I truly believe to the core of my being that writers, artists, performers and all other miscellaneous dreamers are vital to the continued development of humankind. Are scientists important? Absolutely. How about mechanics? You betcha. Engineers? Of course. But none of them would exist without us creative types. Without creatives there would be no artificial limbs, no hybrid cars, no wacky Japanese robots. I may not be able to cure or fix or build, but I am able to imagine incredible things.
And I think that’s pretty uplifting.