I've discovered something important: life is like Jello. I'm like Jello. My new all-encompassing life philosophy came to me after swimming laps this morning. When I went to get out of the pool my arms felt like Jello. I actually ended up walking over to the ramp because I don't think I could have hoisted myself out. It was a long ramp and gave me ample time to consider the irony of the situation. I work out because I was beginning to feel like Jello then I get done working out and I feel like Jello anyway. Either way...Jello. But one type of Jello makes me feel better than the other. It's like the lime of Jellos (which is my favorite). The good type of Jello happens because I worked hard and accomplished something. The bad type happens when I do nothing. So if I have to be Jello for the rest of my life I might as well be lime.
Writing is the same. If I work hard, my brain feels like Jello when I'm done. But I have a shiny exciting story in front of me. If I don't work at my writing, I lose some of my groove and writing skills. My brain turns to Jello. Or even more Jello-y than it was to start with because according to my husband our brains are sort of the consistency of Jello anyway.