Can you stand another travel-themed extended metaphor? Not that it matters, really, because I'm going to share one anyway.
I was talking with a friend of mine earlier about some frustrations we're both having with our positions in life. We're both caught in the limbo-land of not being where we really want to be, but also accepting that life hands you what it hands you. This is an interesting blend of living moment by moment with a peripheral view of the future...that age-old head vs. heart problem.
I have a really great opportunity right now that is not really in line with what I want to do with my life. As I shared this, my friend asked, "I thought you wanted to write full-time." I do. There's no doubt about that. I want to wake each morning completely aware of the wonders of life around me, to feel gratitude for my small part in the grand scheme of the universe, and share these insights with the world. That's my dream. His response to that was, "Well, it seems to me that if you want to go to California, you need to head west."
No one has ever put that quite so succinctly for me.
And you know what, I really have nothing more to add to that. So now I'm going to head off the internet that seems to be sapping all my time today and spend at least the next thirty minutes working on the story of my Cuban professor-turned-island resort owner. Or maybe some of the essays I have rolling around in my head.
I. Must. Write.
I was talking with a friend of mine earlier about some frustrations we're both having with our positions in life. We're both caught in the limbo-land of not being where we really want to be, but also accepting that life hands you what it hands you. This is an interesting blend of living moment by moment with a peripheral view of the future...that age-old head vs. heart problem.
I have a really great opportunity right now that is not really in line with what I want to do with my life. As I shared this, my friend asked, "I thought you wanted to write full-time." I do. There's no doubt about that. I want to wake each morning completely aware of the wonders of life around me, to feel gratitude for my small part in the grand scheme of the universe, and share these insights with the world. That's my dream. His response to that was, "Well, it seems to me that if you want to go to California, you need to head west."
No one has ever put that quite so succinctly for me.
And you know what, I really have nothing more to add to that. So now I'm going to head off the internet that seems to be sapping all my time today and spend at least the next thirty minutes working on the story of my Cuban professor-turned-island resort owner. Or maybe some of the essays I have rolling around in my head.
I. Must. Write.
Comments