I write a lot,
Sometimes it is truer than others,
but mostly it is true.
I get up early, put the kettle on, brush my teeth, hit the bathroom and after a quick gander at what’s happening in the twitter-verse.
I generally get on with it and get the words down.
Some days it takes me longer to get going than others, occasionally I get nothing done at all, but come hell or high water (high water being more likely) I get up and earnestly make the attempt. Be that as inconsequential as putting down some notes by hand while huddled under a blanket or getting my type on Nano-style.
Above all though, I am honest with myself,
that bald guy in the mirror he always knows the truth.
It reminds me why I do what I am doing.
Why you ask? Joy - that’s why.
I read somewhere that
"if you do what you love then you will never work a day in your life”
– and it is true. (Googled it: Confucious , who’d have thunk?)
Joy for writing gets me out of bed at this dark ungodly hour every morning, it drives me forward,
colours the grey hours of my day job & helps me to remember why I do it.
If I won the lottery tomorrow, contrary to what people believe that kind of a win doesn’t fix your life,
it just gives you more funds to pour down the ever widening cracks of whatever despair you dwelt in before you won. Money gives you freedom and (as with relationships) if you were unhappy as a person before the money came along, you are only a series of brief distractions away from being back where you were before you started – well emotionally anyway.
Still, that said I’d rather be rich and miserable than poor and miserable.
That aside, you can only drink so much champagne, eat so much fine food one day you have to wake up and just be happy with yourself or not.
What that kind of a win does do is give you your time back. All of it.
7 days a week 24 hours a day you get to choose how to spend your time,
because if you’ve invested correctly you will NEVER worry about money again.
All bills paid – forever.
Now as they say in dungeons & dragons:
What do you do?
Now, don’t answer that immediately. Give it a minute and let it sink in, let the thoughts become their own creatures. Be certain that the answer is yours because (and I will say this again) you will know if it's untrue.
I would write for free because I love it, it makes me happy and not just superficially, I feel warm inside when I do it. I bounce like a kid on a trampoline and feels like a teenage infatuation that could end the world if I don’t give myself completely to it. I would do this for free, but alas this frail human form requires sustenance.
So again I pose the question:
What brings you joy?
Remember you can lie to me, your spouse, your siblings, your boss, your dog, goldfish and everyone else, but you will always know the truth.
I hope you find your Joy too.
All the best