Earlier today, I was asked, "What is your passion? What drives you?" Without hesitation I replied, "Writing and my family." Sometimes, my writing takes a backseat to the family or to life itself. So am I wrong when I say that writing is my passion? Does that mean I'm not really as passionate about it as I believed myself to be? See? I do this all the time. I am asked one thing and I go for the overkill, the analyzing, the questioning and the weighing every conceivable option available. I can't help it, it's who I am. Those that love me, tolerate it and accept it and those that don't, well, they just don't, period. Anyway, as I was saying, I've always considered myself to be a very passionate person. If I believe in something, be it a cause or a person, or an injustice, I will go all Norma Rae or Erin Brocovich on you! Believe THAT. But I think I've been doing a disservice to myself and to my craft. I let other things get in my way so much that eventually, writing is the furthest thing from my mind. It's funny because I carry a small notepad with me all the time. You just never know when inspiration will hit! But lately there are more blank pages than used ones these days. And that's a shame. I know Rome wasn't built in a day -that's what I've been told anyway. But I also know that the builders of Rome weren't deterred by pesty little nuances such as family, unexpected problems and chaos -also known as life. My friend's probing reminded me of this. Which in turn reminded me that that bestseller isn't going to write itself. I believe I am a good writer. Maybe not the best, not yet anyway. But I have a talent. I also have a lot to learn. And that's what I'm going to try to focus on more at this time in my life. As I wrote in an earlier post, life is for living it, not letting it live you. Perhaps this is my way of calling myself out. And anyone else who may be dealing with similar circumstances. -You're welcome.
Ahh, a little deep thinking on a Monday. Painless right?
What about you? What's your passion? What motivates you to keep going? Or do you not have a passion and feel something is missing? Care to share?