So I'm not a pot smoker. Never shot heroin. Haven't ever chased Alice down the rabbit hole on LSD.
I've been too busy doing everything I was supposed to do. Doing all the things nice responsible people feel is their duty.
Only to realize duty and responsibility and doing the right thing doesn't always amount to much.
In fact, after a while being dutiful and responsible and all Stepford Wivesish kind of sucks a sickly child’s buttocks.
There I said it.
So when I watch an old Cheech and Chong movie, I'm suddenly and completely envious of all their HIGH-spirited adventures. I mean, these guys haven't a care in the world except for where their next hit comes from.
Just as I too wonder where my next hit will come from. My website? Or maybe my blog? Maybe some new follower on Twitter or Facebook or wherever I happen to have myself plastered.
In fact, I think about my hits a lot. Maybe too much. As in checking my stats every eighth of a second, wondering, am I doing this right or doing enough? Are my efforts effective?
Looking for some sign or indication that I am on the right track.
Worrying instead of writing.
Then I hear Cheech say, "Hey, man, take a hit of this and everything will be fine..."
And suddenly I know what must be done.
I must be more stoner-like in my approach, as in let things grow naturally, even organically. Take the edge off my thinking and my approach.
I've got to chill, relax, kick back, become comfortably numb, and allow creativity to enter the space that has been too much occupied with doubt and uncertainty.
I've got to let everything else go and turn to the work. I've got to write and write and write and write and the rest will come, whatever that may be.
Thanks Cheech and Chong. You guys are the best.