Why I Bother!

 

I have considered all sorts of rationalizations about writing this post. I have had a lot of other things on my mind: career options, money, bills, daylight savings time (why I’m so tired), weight, weight-loss (or lack thereof), a magic pill?, moving, finding a place that takes pets, … you get the idea. The list goes on and on.

So as a result of my flooded mind I haven’t felt particularly inspired with a topic that says, “you should write about me!” Can you hear it calling? Kind of silent, isn’t it. And the funny thing is that I really enjoy writing. But what I wondered was… “Why Bother?” Because if I don’t (write), would anyone notice, or care?

So, why bother? Well for starters, pulling the I’m Tired or the Uninspired card is where it starts. Historically, I make a commitment and maintain the commitment until it looses the flash of shiny newness and I let it drop. Not fade away like a brilliant sunset, but drop it like a hot potato. It’s would be steaminess left behind on the floor, utterly cold.

It’s not because I don’t want to write, but rather it’s from laziness. Wouldn’t it be easier if I just didn’t? Well the DUH! I could choose not to engage. Not to write. Not to take the time. I could lay back on my sofa and eat bon-bons. BTW, what’s a bon-bon?

But then, the fact that I took the easy way out, the fact that I would make excuses and tell myself that I really had valid reasons not to and that I deserved to relax, all those reasons would give power to my inner mean girl on truth serum who would scream… “LIAR! You have had time and just chosen not to. Are you going to do this every time?”

Sigh

So why bother? Because I made myself a promise to keep writing and posting and even if no one ever keeps a promise to me, I should keep mine to myself as long as it’s still a promise that burns.

Why bother? Because even though I don’t know where the road might lead, I’ll never find out if I don’t actually keep traveling it.

Why bother? Because if I believe that goals are worth pursuing, a belief without action is only a dream.

Why bother? Because…and that’s good enough.

This is really about far more than just about writing and posting a simple blog post. It is about doing the work and actually following dreams. It’s about not taking the easy way out. It is about facing fear or other rationalizations that so often get in the way. It is so very much more.

I’d love to know what you bother to do, especially when it’s something you don’t have to.

I heard Marianne Williamson say that “You are a writer when you are SO full of a story and you have no choice but to give birth to it.” And even if you’re not yet at the birthing stage, what is the thing that even if you try to ignore it, it’s always there with you?

What are you birthing? Why do you bother?