I wake at 5:30 most mornings—usually before the jarring shriek of the alarm clock—but this morning, Saturday and off from the day job, I’m here pecking away at 3am. Unable to sleep, there are too many thoughts rolling through my consciousness, words looking for a sentence, sentences searching for the right paragraph to give the narrative that extra special boost.
On work days I write until about 7:30am and therein begins the hardest and most difficult hour of my day—when I am forced to stop writing and get ready for the job that pays the bills and keeps food on the table. There comes to me a dilemma each of those days, a tearing of my soul and a twisting of my equilibrium when I have to stop writing.
I love to write, sometimes to my detriment. There are instances when I know I should be doing something else (mowing the lawn, spending time with family and friends, reading a favorite author), but still I slip into my chair to give opportunity for the words to pour forth. I think of the line in When Harry Met Sally where Billy Crystal says to Meg Ryan in regard to her pursuing a journalism career, “so that you can write about things that happen to other people.”
Many times, that is what a writer does: observe other people’s reaction to living that can one day be used in a description or a basic idea or trait within one’s writing. There are times when I wonder if I am missing out, shuttering myself away to create rather than “doing” something. Now don’t get me wrong, I have accomplished many things during my life; raised a family, worked since I was 15 years old, traveled to Europe several times—all of which is fodder for future writing. I guess that is the point, at least for me: everything translates into my writing in one way or another, whether an obvious connection or a single thread weaved throughout the larger tapestry that is my life.
More than what I do, writing encompasses who I am. I have no regrets (well, at least not too many), and I find the greatest joy during the creation process. You see, writing is not about making money (though that would be nice), nor is it about a million people reading what I have written (though I would not complain), but about who and what I am, my passion, and what brings me the most satisfaction.
Finding your passion, that one thing that gets you the most excited—and following that passion—is the greatest gift you can give yourself. Whether it be writing, painting, or working at a food line serving the less fortunate, everyone has something that lifts their spirits and turns an otherwise ordinary day into a thing of wonder. Find your passion and you will be a happier person, and as a reward, you may even inspire others to follow their aspirations. We are given one life—make the most of it.
What is your passion and how does it impact your life? Please share in the comment section where others can gain from your observations and insights, and have an impassioned day!
This Week’s Quote:
“I wrote fiction for 17 years before I found out I was a fantasy novelist.”
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