I was at Starbucks.
And I was feeling really, really sick.
Not only was I on day three of a caffeine detox, but I also had a head cold (graciously passed onto me by my children, thank you very much), and my youngest had woken up several times during the night. Any time I got comfortable in the afternoon (the kids’ nap/quiet time and the only chance at rest for anyone during the day), settled down with my Bible and my books, a kid crisis would happen—someone would start bleeding, someone hit someone else, “Mommy, I want something fun to do”—or I realized I’d forgotten an obligation.
I’d also had very little time out of the house for a long time. I don’t mean “time-out-of-the-house-without-the-kids.” I mean time outside the walls of the house. Jake encouraged me to get out.
At some point during my time in that Starbucks I was going to write. I chose to neglect the Digital Story this time, leaving my laptop at home. Several crises had popped up within a week or two, and the kids were feeling our stress, which meant they were more emotional in general. And instead of running headlong into the need, I was tempted to escape. This was showing up in the temptation to sit on my laptop watching reels, listening to music, and rotting on the couch at any “free” moment…
So, yeah, I left my laptop at home.
But then at Starbucks, I’d ordered a vanilla cappuccino with cinnamon sprinkled on top in one of their yes-for-here mugs, and so now I was drinking caffeine when I was trying to avoid it. This of course made me feel even worse.
Anyway.
I started by staring into the void while sipping my drink for the first twenty minutes, as one does. And then, before writing, I had a very thorough devotional time with the Lord. I prayed. I cried. I was confused and encouraged by what I read in the Bible. I tried really hard to avoid eye contact with people who probably wondered if I was having a mental breakdown. I memorized Scripture.
A lady, who I believe was German asked if she could sit next to me. This gal, who was probably my age or a little older, had ordered a full-blown, mocha Frappuccino WITH WHIPPED CREAM, and I suddenly wondered when I stopped being fun.
I asked her what she was working on.
“Well, I’m a researcher at USC, and I hit a wall on a topic, and so I decided I would just come out here today with just my notes and some paper, no computer, to see if I can break through that wall.”
“Good for you!” I said. “You will succeed. Your brain will have space to breathe and focus instead of being overstimulated by whatever computers do to it.”
What the heck am I even saying? I wondered. When was the last time I talked to a stranger?
Thankfully she laughed and thanked me instead of looking at me in disgust and sitting on the other side of the coffee shop.
We made some more small talk and I talked to her about my prayers and quiet times, and then we both got to our work. And I realized that I was doing almost exactly the thing she was doing, only instead of trying to break through a wall, I was trying to run from distraction within my routines.
Inspired by the success I anticipated for her, I spent the next hour and a half working on Leather-Bound. I hit so great a stride with that story that I got up and ordered another cappuccino just for a reason to stay and keep it going. And regardless of how sick and tired I felt, I felt God’s pleasure, and like I was whole again, like there was hope again, regardless of all that was happening to us.
I feel like I write a lot about the importance of routine, and I still believe that setting up good systems and habits are the backbone of getting things done effectively and efficiently. But there are also times when a break in routine is what’s needed to recover your stride.
So, here is a reminder for you (and me), that if you’re distracted and tired and feel like you’re hitting a wall, whether in your writing or in life in general, it’s good to break up routine a little bit. Write by hand instead of using your computer. Go out to write instead of staying in. And hey, if you don’t believe in Jesus, give Him and His heart and His mission a shot. He makes it all worth it.
May you be brave enough to break up routine and do the crazy thing necessary to move forward in your writing. May you not rot in old habits because they’re comfortable and familiar. May you not despair of the art of and investment in writing when life gets hard. And may you see your writing as an avenue to the Creator-God.
Godspeed.
