Oh, the cat – they’ve got us completely figured out. They’ve conquered the world and the Internet with their cuddly cuteness, quirky personalities, and obsession with getting inside containers of all shapes and sizes. Meanwhile, underneath that fuzzy exterior lies a creature with a predatory nature, free from guilt or remorse – and simultaneously one of the most destructive species on the planet (2nd only to we humble humans).
Now that’s what I call a juxtaposition.
I have two cats. One cat (Newt) is a true cat; he is a loner, he is fussy, he is a bit strange. The other cat (Hudson) is a dog trapped in a cat’s body; he comes to the door when I get home, he follows me around, he is in constant need of attention. Hudson is an open book – once you meet him, you know everything about him – but Newt takes a little while to get to know. He plays his cards close, and only after you’re in his good books does he open up. But once he does, you’re friends for life.
Hudson is the extroverted juxtaposition of Newt, the textbook introvert.
This past week I had a moment of doubt with my writing. I worried that my writing style had become predictable, or fallen into a creative rut. My doubt was fuelled by a number of things, but mostly I was worried that I don’t have enough time or (psychological) space to roll around in creative energy and arrive at great ideas. Questions nagged at me: How much of our creative selves are muddled by all the other shit that takes up our time and mental space? And how can I tap into that creative energy?
My urge – as I’m writing this – is to arrive at a resolution, closing the circle for you, the reader. But today, I’ll leave my doubt hanging in the air – because a healthy dose of doubt, uncomfortable as it may be, can have a positive effect by gently pushing us toward self-examination and improvement.
Another reason I’ve been a little distracted from writing this past month is that I’ve been really focused on a functional strength program at the gym. It takes up a lot of time (in a good way) and has pushed my limits in terms of flexibility, balance, and focus. In that vein, I decided to stretch my creative muscles and wrote a poetic ode to the cat of my creativity.