Have you ever lived beside the construction site of a major highway interchange? The noise is incredible. The banging and crashing outside my window was like a thousand nails scratching down a chalkboard. “Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep.” Trucks going in reverse can go fuck themselves.
I’d been staring at a blank computer screen for a week. Or was it two weeks? I was frustrated with my business. I had no inspiration to write, create, build. Hell, what was the point?
I had a cold. Who gets a cold in summer? Not that summer had arrived in Montreal, anyway. The weather was shit. I coughed, groaned, and walked to the bathroom to spit green sludge into the sink.
Already July. I looked into the mirror and it hit me: it had been exactly one year since the toughest breakup of my life. I felt a heaviness settle on my chest and a lump gather in my throat.
First world problems, right?
I was stuck in a rut. In a funk. Case of the blues.
But fast forward one week and my blues aren’t just gone, I’m on Cloud 9. I feel light and peaceful. I strut slowly through the streets with a painted-on smile, eating bags of 5¢ watermelon candies and saying “Hello” to strangers. I’ve got exciting ideas for my business. I’m inspired to write again. I feel regenerated.
Do you want to know my cure?
Here it is…