Honestly – sometimes I really think I have to take myself in hand. Today, I have taken the puppies on the back four (which really constitutes nothing more than ten minutes walking) and already I feel fat and slug-like. My body is profoundly uncomfortable. I need to move it!
And it isn’t as though I have sat all day – although I admit it feels like it. I have been baking sourdough bread; I did laundry, vacuumed, mopped and cleaned the bathroom. I ticked off all my writing work.
But I am so enervated, I had to crawl under the covers twice to semi-nap. Can’t seem to nap properly these days.
Okay – stopping now. That old saying, “It’s all in your head,” applies not so much to what you are imagining, but to what you can do to change your mood. Mood really is all mental. And I have the power to change it.
Today, I did something other than just my list. I was contacted by a friend and asked to write a piece for a new project to protect waters in Canada – lakes, streams, ponds – whatever they are. So I did that. I wrote the piece and included four or five photos to the project.
Now here’s why this feels right (write?). I am a writer and any time I can use my craft/skill/talent to make a difference, no matter how small, it is incumbent upon me to say yes. Perhaps if I was a doctor I could make a bigger contribution to the world through a organizaiton like Medicins Sans Frontieres – but I am not a doctor. I am a writer. And now that I am no longer on that hamster wheel of work, get paid, work, get paid – I can use my abilities to make the world a better place.
That is what I am aiming to do with all my writing now. I do not care to write strictly for money. I will write only what I love. If I get paid, so much the better. If not, I don’t care – as long as it makes some sort of difference. As long as it makes a contribution.
In the end, when all is said and done, what is a life? I believe that each of us has a unique purpose – but the greater purpose of us all is to simply love – and to contribute. If I can help raise the vibration even one tiny bit, perhaps it will not have been in vain.