I Really Like to Write.


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I was recently involved in a technologically driven conversation with someone about not doing things that we love. I say technological to make it sound cooler than it is. The conversation was on Twitter.

It was a few tweets back and forth.

My friend is a baker in Virginia. She bakes things. It’s what she truly loves to do. She also loves to write. And cook. But she doesn’t do those things. I offered up a new book I’ve been reading, this one, that’s been offered up to me so many times that it got annoying, and then it got frustrating, and then I got curious and now I’m in love. Now I’m the person recommending it to people even though I’m less than 100 pages in. This book as about so much, but it touches on catching your subconscious up to your consciousness + channeling that energy to accomplish what you really want in life.

What I couldn’t condense into 140 characters or less is that I get it. I really do.

I’ve been trying to apply this in my own life lately.

I’ve realized that there are things that I LOVE that I don’t do. There are also things that I should do that I don’t do.

For a long time I thought something was broken in me-- why am I okay with not doing the laundry when I know that I need to do the laundry? Why do I go months without writing when I know how much I love to write? I’m generally really good at processing things out by writing. But it doesn’t always come easy for me. It takes work. I don’t know where it fits in my life and that causes me a good deal of stress. I feel like it takes away from other things that I should be doing.

But I really love it. So here I am.

If you’re reading this, then I’ve figured out a plan. Or maybe not. This has gone from living in a secret Google Drive file to living in the bright light of the internet.