When you feel life slipping and your goals trying, you have to understand that the world is difficult.
The difficulty of this life is that we have to get through it in any way possible.
Our any way possible can be whatever but our decisions along the road to our goals determines longevity.
I don’t usually think about these decisions but something changed. I’m not sure of the content of the change, but I do know it’s effects.
I’m aware of where my writing is going but there are times I’m unsure. I believe it’s impossible to be completely sure of our course. It’s not something we plan; only what we create.
I’ve written stories which were difficult to write and others I had no idea whether I’d come out the other side intact.
We get to where we need to be by working. There is nothing else.
Creating, either in writing or any other endeavor requires fortitude and focus.
Today, I wanted to quit early because I was tired and I’m ahead in the draft.
I thought, okay, I’ve written 7 books, this is the eighth one, I should just coast.
Then I realized, I couldn’t coast.
I had a story to write, one that I’d given up on earlier in the year and it needed to get finished as soon as possible.
I pushed through it, finished the section I’d been writing and hit 28k on the draft in 15 days.
Focus is hard with everything going on in the world.
Fortitude and resilience are important items to have in your war chest. Keep them close at hand.
You have to know what you want in life in order to attain it.
At 14-years-old I wanted to be a writer but was rebuffed by my father. “You can’t make money doing that.” He said.
Well, I may not be making money, yet, but I’m closer than I was a year ago stuck in a dead-end job that left me hating my life at the end of the day.
In the past year, I’ve written four short stories and one novel and I’m trying to get a novel on Amazon by the end of October.
Here is what I’ve learned in the last year of writing full-time:
- You must create a schedule for yourself and stick to it.
- You have to write every day, even if that writing is a blog post, you must write.
- You must have a damn outline. This is the biggest for me. It gives me a path to the finish line. Before I was only writing and not finishing, if I have an endpoint, I get there.
- You must go it alone sometimes. There are times you must lock yourself away to get writing done. People you love will have to understand that. If they don’t, they’re not worthy of your attention.
- It will be harder than you think. You must push through those moments when the words suck and you hate the story. You must find yourself in the words and never leave until they’re done.
- You must have a creative outlet other than writing. It doesn’t matter if it’s photography, painting or anything else, but you must have another place to create or you can get fried.
I could put more than this and it might be too many but in the end the most important is that you get words on the page.
If you’re not getting words on the page, you’re not a write, period.
We reach out to the world, trying to discover our soul.
It comes back to us in fits, stuttering and trying to stand.
We abandon what we loved of ourselves in the hope of finding something that was missing, to realize, it was there; we just weren’t paying attention to it.
Some days, weeks and months have been like this lately.
I feel my life, but yet, it isn’t where I want it to be, so I return to what I love about who I am.
I love that I’ve been given the opportunity to write, as much as I want and that my wife and kids support me as much as they do.
I see the gift of writing and being creative standing in front of me. I understand how precious the gift is and wonder why I left it in the first place.
I was chasing what I thought I needed but realized I have what I need. I understand how powerful writing is. I learned that at an early age, but often forget it.
Today, I’m writing something that is truly me, and I love that about it. I create from memories, dreams and thoughts, but now that I’ve fallen in love again, I won’t let this precious gift of writing go again.
A matter of course.
The matter, of course, is the way in which our lives move through the world and the way we see things in the world.
Each course is the culmination in the way the way see the world and the truth of who we are.
The course we pass through is indifferent, and the reality of how we move through the world is indicavit of our choices as we move.
Our movement, though possibly slow is the only way we know how to get into the lives we’ve worked hard enough to enjoy.
Our enjoyment of these lives is the truth, not the reality.
The reality isn’t the way we want it to be, but in the course of our life, it creates, thrives and moves about the world how we couldn’t dream, much less allow ourselves to be.
We allow ourselves to be comfortable in the false reality and neglect the course. We fit ourselves into the world we don’t understand and enable the course to move us instead of the other way around.
Within the course of our lives, we’re the master, but we oftentimes neglect things because we’re unable to separate who we are from who need to be, the course is set and we must follow.
I bartend weddings, graduations, and corporate events to pay for my writing habit.
You learn a lot from people who are starting out, ending or are somewhere in between. The constant at all of these is time.
At all of these events, regardless of the event’s purpose, time is brought up in some form. Whether it’s the time they’ve been with their company, the time they’ll be spending with their new spouse or the end of their journey in the corporate world.
We think of time only when it passes us by or when it’s coming towards in our looks to the future.
We rarely look at time as something to savor or something that we need to harness.
Taking the time to structure our lives in the best possible way to harness the time we have left, because honestly, we never know when we’re out of time.
There is a constant with all of these moments I’ve worked, not just time. Thankfulness.
Thankful to be honored, thankful for family who’s supported them and the rare, thankful for being able to keep going through the hard times.
I make decent money with the events, but it’s the stories people tell about their lives that make the events worth it.
I have coworkers who talk to each other during the speeches while I’m listening intently to them. I cherish the speeches because the time you spend listening is your time, not theirs. You’re using your time to focus on someone else instead of wasting it with idle chatter.
We morph, that’s all we do.
We change from one person to another throughout our lives until we discover the person we were supposed to be.
For some of us, it’s a religious experience that causes the change, for others, it’s a business experience.
While all of these are possible, the one thing that follows all of these is adversity.
In our lives we reach a certain point where we need change, we either revert who we once were because of the modification or we have an awakening that brings who we should have been in the first place, forward.
This is the advancement of self. It is the advancement of who we used to be that clarifies who we are and distills in us the person we knew we had to be instead of the person someone wants us to be.
Becoming the person you want to be instead of the person others want is hard, but it’s worth the effort.