If you know me, you know what the title of this is in reference to. Even if you don’t truly know me, if you love Star Wars, you know what it is. If not, search the number “3263827″ and the word “Star Wars” on YouTube. You’ll chuckle. It’s a famous line.
At first, the purposeful title was nothing more than an intentional reference for kicks and giggles. Then I remembered the quote and realized it fits the subject of my thoughts today.
I haven’t written much (creatively, fiction) in recent months. It’s no secret. I’ve said it here. The reasons have varied but, of late, the main one is that of priorities. Two reasons for those priorities – many unfinished projects that required my attention and the need for escape. I’ve buried myself in those projects as a means of distractions or coping methods for my own sanity. I’m not so much referring to a situation or environment as more my state of mind.
The idiom, “own worst enemy,” applies very much to me.
Anyway, I’ve been burning the candle at both ends. For the last three weeks, I’ve tediously and furiously worked to complete a fire pit, incidentally the crowning piece of my backyard landscape. It’s required the entirety of my mental faculties as well as draining my physical energy. Oh, I also discovered I’m O.C.D. about the whole damn thing.
I’ve spent my mornings working, pushing the time right up against my work schedule. Then when I clock out at 10 PM, off I go to a friend’s house to help him hang drywall to midnight and some nights beyond, only to begin the cycle all over again. Don’t worry, I’m good. Just exhausted. Add to that my promotion at work and the additional duties and challenges associated with it, and I have hit overload on a couple of occasions. Decompression has been a frequent word and activity for me.
All this equates back to my needing that escape from my own mind and the demons therein.
I’m not complaining. Nor am I boasting. I am surviving most days, feeling accomplished on others, and some I just want to wish everything away into nothingness. Such is my mind.
Back to the number of this blog post. The quote: “Open the pressure maintenance hatch on unit number … Where are we? 3263827.” It was following a tense moment in the film. The heroes had faced insurmountable odds and certain death in a garbage compactor. It took a couple of droids to set them free by opening a hatch. The exclamation came when they realized they were saved. Relief.
But then I thought, this applies to me and really everyone who gets too overloaded with pressure, responsibilities, stress, or otherwise. We need that pressure maintenance hatch opened once in a while, to set our minds free. Even if for a moment.
Release the hatch, decompress, meditate for a few moments, or simply veg. Whatever it is, it’s okay to stop and breath for a moment. Then, you can pick right back up where you left off and go at it again.
Some days, that pressure builds and I just simply can’t release it. Most days, really. But I do take a break, go on a walk, or sometimes stare off into nothingness and it allows me to ease off that valve just a little.
We all could do with some pressure relief.
Hope you all are well. I hope to get back to fictional writing and poetry at some point, soon. In the meantime, back to the grind.
*The maintenance droid downstairs
In April I wrote teaser for a new story and posted it to Patreon. I let the month of May get away from me without writing, life happened.
The final days of the month came and the clock ticked. I owed a monthly story to my subscribers. I spent the late hours of last night writing up a continuation of the story.
So here we are, first day of June. I start the clock again. In the meantime, I was able to write part 2. Do enjoy.
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