I admit that I have always been one of those girls who wanted to know why…just explain it to me…make it make sense…and then I’ll happily comply…well…maybe…okay…probably not…but make it make sense anyway…
Growing up…Mama had some rather nebulous rules even though they came with built in explanations…like…wear clean underwear…you might be in a wreck…so the jaws of life operator was gonna check for skid marks in my skivvies before pulling me out of a smoldering car…
Okay…I don’t wear actual skivvies…but it sounded better than panties...just setting the record straight…geez…
There were other rules that made even less sense…like…(sorry Mama)…clean your plate…there are starving children in China…never did understand the logic to that…shouldn’t I be wrapping up the leftovers and mailing them to those kids instead of eating all the Brussels sprouts myself…
I think you get the picture…I like things to make sense…to have a purpose…
So here I am…I’ve blogged all month…and I still don’t know just exactly why I’m doing it…I just keep getting this sense that writing is what I’m supposed to be doing…could be because Bertha keeps pounding me on the head with the keyboard…saying…write…write…write…
And while that is motivating…in and of itself…there’s that part of me that wants to know…what’s in it for me…I mean for real…is Oprah finally gonna discover me through my blog…am I going to become rich and famous…what…what…what…
Bertha asked me how I feel when I write…and my answer was…I feel good…clever…creative…I feel happy…alive…I love to play with words…I feel delightful…
Bertha smiled…and isn’t that reason enough…and I have to admit…it makes more sense than the underwear or the leftovers…so…I’m writing…
Jane
Feeling good, delightful, clever, creative, happy, alive....OH what a feeling!!!
ReplyDeleteTo be blessed to find something that gives you that feeling and do it.
Icing on the cake, those of us that feel good, happy, and delighted reading what you write Jane.
Thank you Edie...you're the best!
ReplyDeleteI've been contemplating why I do what I do myself these days... there's this pull going on between "I want to be in service!" And "I want work that brings me joy!"
ReplyDeleteI mean, should I be having this much fun while I'm being in service to someone?!? Shouldn't I take being in service more seriously?!? It shouldn't be FUN should it?!?
And my conclusion is - what brings you joy is how you are in service. When you are feeling joy doing what you're doing - you're just automatically in service... you may not always know how, and you may serve in ways you never realized... but it all comes back to feeling that joy - when you feel that, that's your clue that you're on the right track - no matter where it leads :)
If it helps... you're in service to me here by helping me get connected. You help me sink in and remember who I am through your writing :)
Oh...Jenn...I love your take on this...how could we truly be in service...helping others...if we are miserable in our hearts...I just don't think it works...
ReplyDeleteI appreciate being in service to you...thank you...it is a gift to me!