Case of the Wednesdays

A bit about me. Currently, I teach Tuesday-Thursday at Dordt College in rural northwestern Iowa. It’s a great gig. I thoroughly enjoy the teaching, the students, and my coworkers. It would be a better gig if my family lived here. They will–this summer we’ll all move down for next year (it’s a three semester gig)–but for right now, I’m bach-ing (sp?) it three days a week.

I teach from 8-3 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I actually like it that way, just getting it done in one fell swoop. And Wednesdays are supposed to be my write days. All day at the office, with nothing to do but grade, plan for class, and write. In theory, it sounds great–all that time to work on whatever I want, with no distractions, no 3-year-olds wanting to color or 2-year-olds needing another clementine. (This is not to mention my super needy wife…)

But, man, I miss them. And I find myself taking these long breaks, like walking across campus to use the bathroom when there’s one 15 feet from my office, or wandering out into the English pod with the hope that someone will talk to me.

Steven Pressfield, in his book, The War of Art, argues that all of this is simply resistance. The artist wants to create, but manages to purposefully set detours in his or her way–resistance–in order to make the process more difficult. I’m on board with a lot of what Pressfield has to say, that we tend to make up reasons not to do the things we love. He even mentions using children as an excuse and then cites Tolstoy’s 13 kids. But I do think he missing the other side or at least neglecting to talk about it:

I could use a happy distraction.

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