The Problem I’ll Gladly Have

Hello my dear friend,

Every week 
I carry my laptop to 
my husband’s office… 

And while he’s not there,
I write a letter to you, 
my friend. 

At least, 
that’s what happens 
during the summers, 
when the house is alive 
with children. 

When their voices, music 
and movie noises fill the house… 
even seeping into the furthest corners, 
where spiderwebs ought to be.

Those are our 
summer holidays.

And as I’m usually 
the most creative when 
I’m writing from my emotions…
This isn’t a problem for me. 

If I get annoyed, great.

I just use it as a fuel 
to write exactly what I think.

Or when there’s 
something I’m going through… 
Something I’m trying to understand. 
To unpeel and observe. 

That’s when I write my 
best work.

But this summer… 
I’m actually okay.

My children have grown.
They are becoming more and more 
independent each day.

Of course, our days are busy…
But there's no crisis 
for me to attend.

The water is calm… 
And I don’t want to jinx it… 
but also…. 

what do I do now?

 
Elina & Her Stardust quote, “Calm doesn’t ask anything of me. Which is exactly the problem,” in elegant dusty-rose typography on a white background, framed by an antique oil portrait of a young girl with a cat.
 

How do I write 
when everything is okay?

It’s a silly little problem.
The kind I will gladly have.

But when there are 
no storms, 
no hurricanes, 
nothing to pull me under 
and take me to the depths 
I didn’t know… 

what do I do then?

And yes, 
you might be wondering,
isn’t there something else 
I could explore?

Sure there is… and I do. 

But I miss 
the adventure of writing… 
I miss the thrill or wondering 
whether I will make it 
through. 

I miss my feelings rising 
like tsunamis and then letting 
them crush into me… 
just to see where they will lead.

Because sooner or later 
they always wash me ashore. 
As they always have…
and always will.

So I don’t fear them anymore. 
I let them climb.

And then I let go
under the breaking wall…
And I write, and I write, and I write.
Until the water becomes smooth.

But how do I write
when life is good?

How do I discover
something new within myself,
when it’s sunny and warm?

Oh, the bliss of a problem…
 that isn't a problem
at all.

With love,
Elina Janevica

 
Sunday Love Letter cover featuring an antique oil portrait of a young girl in a lace bonnet holding a fluffy cat, against a muted green background, with elegant white typography.

Artwork / Early 19th-century School, “Portrait of a Young Girl with a Cat” (fragment) /
personal collection

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