Steven Pressfield quite literally wrote the book on artistic and creative resistance (several books, actually).
One of his many great teachings on resistance is that you can use it as a compass: if you’re facing resistance, you are probably going the right direction.
And conversely, if things are too easy, you’re either slacking or going the wrong direction.
Which may be why I found it so easy to write two posts about politics and religion this week: one about Rachel Held Evans‘ and Shannon Dingle’s articles suggesting that pro life Christians should vote for Hillary Clinton over Donald Trump (or even over a third party candidate), and one about Wayne Grudem’s endorsement of Trump (I’m not even going to link to that dumpster fire).
I may yet publish them, but the last thing I want my blog and writing to be about is politics.
Well, I will say this: Trump proposed torturing and killing the families of suspected terrorists, and so should never be allowed to hold a position of power, period. Proposing something that diabolical is a deal-breaker. It’s pure evil.
But I am finding it much harder to find things to write that are a part of the vision I have for this blog.
I want my writing, both fiction and non-fiction, to model the kind of things I’m for:
- care for self and others
- representation and inclusion
- a faith that follows the Jesus of the gospels
- glorification of nonviolence
- yummy, cruelty-free food
- poetry, imagery, art, design, and music
- color, in every use of the word
- accountability, honesty, and responsibility
- The freedom to act silly, to laugh, to sing even if the notes or swords are wrong, and to dance badly
But it’s so easy to get distracted by the trivial and by the toxic.
Raging against the dumpster fires of our political system won’t get me any closer to being where or who I want to be. It certainly won’t make me any happier.