{"id":12291,"date":"2022-01-15T15:46:20","date_gmt":"2022-01-15T23:46:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/briancebuhl.com\/?p=12291"},"modified":"2022-01-15T15:46:20","modified_gmt":"2022-01-15T23:46:20","slug":"running-on-empty","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/briancebuhl.com\/?p=12291","title":{"rendered":"Running on Empty"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Yesterday&#8217;s post felt honest, but mean.  Not all truths need to be delivered with force.  If someone asks if their dress makes them look fat, you don&#8217;t have to lie.  You can say, &#8220;It&#8217;s not flattering to your figure&#8221; or &#8220;it&#8217;s not my favorite outfit you&#8217;ve worn.&#8221; You can say yes without making it a personal attack.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Feeling a little bit more rested today, I committed a personal attack on myself.  Not a whacky, zany kind of thing like Jim Carrey in Liar Liar.  Not even an ironic scene like in Fight Club.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I&#8217;m just&#8230; empty.  When I reach inside for self-compassion, I don&#8217;t find any, just like I&#8217;m not finding much in the way of creativity or cleverness.  I feel tired all the time, even when I&#8217;ve had a good night&#8217;s rest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Today, writing the daily blog post is hard, because when I look for something to say, I&#8217;m not finding anything profound or useful to put into the world.  Just echoes of the stuff from yesterday, because I&#8217;m cavernous and hollow inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I&#8217;ve tried playing my instrument a few times.  It&#8217;s like finding warmth from a struck match.  It&#8217;s momentary and painful if I try to grasp it.  There&#8217;s nothing to kindle to flames, so the moment burns out and I&#8217;m cold again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Editing <em>Spin City<\/em> for the critique group is good.  There is some really clever dialog in that story.  The story itself is clever, and I wish I could go back in time and give it to my younger self.  It&#8217;s the kind of story he wanted to write.  But then I look at the business of writing and I think of what it would take to get the book in other people&#8217;s hands, and I get that hollow feeling all over again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">3D printing and gaming.  Replacing the custom water loop in my computer.  Cleaning up parts of my garage.  These are all short term solutions to a long term problem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I don&#8217;t know how to refill the well.  I don&#8217;t think it can come from outside.  I don&#8217;t think anyone can give me a few choice words and rekindle my inner fire.  I have to find the answer myself and then do the work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The challenge is that I don&#8217;t want to do anything.  Everything I am doing right now is an act of will.  And there&#8217;s only so much of it to go around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I finished this post, though, and I&#8217;m attending the critique group soon.  After that, I&#8217;ll probably start the print of the new keyboard I want to build.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday&#8217;s post felt honest, but mean. Not all truths need to be delivered with force. If someone asks if their dress makes them look fat, you don&#8217;t have to lie. 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