Resistance as Rabbit-Chasing

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.

Resistance, right? 

I want my writing,  both fiction and non-fiction,  to model the kind of things I’m for:  

  • kindness 
  • care for self and others
  • fun  
  • representation and inclusion
  • equality
  • a faith that follows the Jesus of the gospels
  • glorification of nonviolence
  • joy
  • yummy, cruelty-free food
  • poetry, imagery,  art,  design,  and music
  • color,  in every use of the word 
  • accountability, honesty,  and responsibility
  • dignity
  • The freedom to act silly, to laugh, to sing even if the notes or swords are wrong,  and to dance badly
  • forgiveness

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. 

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Resistance

Every time I’ve tried to get my stuff together, I’ve always faced resistance. 

When I started exercising,  I would soon get sick or hurt. 

When I started trying to go to bed earlier, 1,000 things would come up to keep me up (a student distraction each night,  it seems).

And when I do get to bed earlier, I always feel worse at first, moody, as if sleep deprivation were an emotional anesthetic. 

When I started writing consistently,  life seemed to explode with physically and/or emotionally draining mini-crises, until I was so ragged I could hardly even think straight. 

Resistance.

It’s why we don’t succeed, why we let our dreams remain dreams instead of bringing them to life. 

Resistance. If I am really going to get my act together before this year is out, I’m going to have to learn to resist back. 

Steven Pressman literally wrote the book on overcoming resistance – two books,  actually: The War of Art and Do the Work.