Tripping on a Hole in a Paperback Book

Having writer’s block or some sort of creative block isn’t necessarily the only reason some of us creatives are unable to put pen to paper, brush to canvas or develop an idea into an actual masterpiece. There are plenty of other reasons that can block the creative juices from flowing steadily.

Sometimes we’re just frustrated…

• With another person that doesn’t meet the expectations we had set for them.
• With our job that is more concerned with pointing out our faults than recognizing our contributions.
• With a life that continuously finds new ways to kick our a** for no reason.
• With the world that constantly has their knee on our neck in an attempt to extinguish our dreams.

Becoming entangled in a web of frustration can be daunting on the mind, on the body, on the soul and on the spirit. The feeling adhering to the surface of your skin leaving a residue so faint you can still find it clinging in places; days, sometimes years later.

The events that have been occurring since the start of 2020 (all negative by the way) have been falling down — one after another…after another…after another — like a domino effect. These events have shown me how

Selfish

Uncaring

Narcissistic

Entitled

Oblivious

and

Racist

…humanity can be in times of mourning, in times of crisis and in times of fighting for what is right.

This latest drama in the series finale of “The 2020 Sh*t Show” has been giving us spoilers to this finale since the 1940s (but let’s be real here – we’re all adults — it’s really been since 1619); the longest running reality show on earth.

No, racism is not the word of the month for May (even though it should be), nor is white privilege. The WOTM is none other than: Frustration because that is exactly how I’m feeling along with being sick and tired and basically fed up with the current state of the world and the people who dwell in it. My state is ablaze with anger and rage. Hashtags are running rampant with social media as the fuel to my discontent. People are warped with misinformation, lack of knowledge and the wherewithal to even give a damn. So yeah, I’m frustrated! I’m sick and tired! I’m fed up! The only thing I can do in the midst of seething with frustration is by channeling my frustration into creative energy.

With that said:

• Rest in peace to George Floyd
• Rest in peace to Ahmaud Arbery
• Rest in peace to Breonna Taylor

…and rest in peace to countless other black individuals who have fallen victim to the hands of people who were comfortable enough in their own skin (and their privilege) to know that their actions of unlawfully taking a black person’s life would result in nothing more than a slap on the wrist and a blind eye.