Why You Do It When You Don’t Feel Like It

December 20, 2011 in Life with 8 Comments

What do you love to do?

What is that one thing that fires you up?

 

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It’s that one thing that ignites a smile in your heart. It’s that something you know you were meant to do.

What’s keeping you from DOING it?

I’m a writer. Do I have a published book? No. Does most of the world know who I am or what I write about? No.

But guess what?

I’m still a writer. 

Jeff Goins recently discussed this on his blog and made some great points.

Honestly, I didn’t feel like writing this blog. I’m lying in bed where I’ve pretty much been all day. It’s 10 pm and I have avoided writing all day, because I didn’t feel like it.

I was too tired. I couldn’t concentrate. I couldn’t focus long enough to figure out what I wanted to write about. I didn’t feel like it. 

I did it anyway…

Why?

Because writing is my passion. Leading others to follow their dreams is my passion. Inspiring people is my passion. Letting my thoughts and feelings flow freely through the keyboard is my passion.

Are you going to let your feelings tell your passion what to do or will you take control?

Share your passion with me today and what you will do to keep that passion ignited? Comment below…

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  • http://profiles.google.com/lucrecerbraxton Lucrecer Braxton

    I love to write and decided I would dedicate more time and effort to perfecting the craft in the coming months. I love being able to express myself in this medium.

    • http://www.sundijo.com Sundi Jo Graham

      So excited you’re dedicating more time. You won’t regret it!

    • georgette

      May I reply, ?  Throughout my life they say that if you write with passion it is from the experiences   in life.  I find it to be true , some of my best writing is after something  happened to me .  example :   

      DEATH
      OF A SOUL

      I
      was innocent when I met you , I loved you with a fire that would melt Iceland,
      I never felt so close to anyone, you gave me love and hope in my heart, you
      were there for me through everything we went through, I cannot explain how far
      you reached my spirit, I thought I never love anyone as much as I loved
      you.   You built me up when I was low and
      I felt so secure………………..then one day it started……….Anger grew in your eyes,
      that once held only love for me, the burning sensation of tears I felt after
      you slapped me against the wall, you left the room , as I sat in shock on the
      bed, I still wanted to go to the movies, not a word was said. Things got a bit
      better, but as soon as I was able to talk, and said what was on my mind, there
      you went again, making sure I was in my place, as much as you made love to me,
      your anger was the same, how then am I suppose to trust? What then Am I suppose
      to do? We lost our son, we had another, we tried to help my daughter, but her
      trauma was too much for our little family to with stand. All I see now is pain in
      every soul, where there was once a light, now is nothing, I can’t see as a
      child anymore, I  would have to go far
      into my mind to escape your torments, I have talked to others , they have the
      compassion to hide the affairs, not you , you need to write your stuff on the
      front page news, early morning addition! We are divorced now after more than
      twenty years of my life you stole for nothing, you will never  know about this poem because you are not
      interested enough to find out , thanks for the nightmares, I will cherish them
      often!

       

       

          Georgette jones

      4/01/2010   5:32pm

  • georgette

    Bold question, in return I ask  who else will?  My Father is at point lookout, it is hard to watch him die a slow death, but I don’t look at it  that way, Dementia is separating  the mind  from the body 1st. There is a reason God wants my father’s mind first, When  I pray to ask God for understanding , this is the only time I understand my Dad,  I have to be on a different ( level) in order to ( reach my Dad) I can’t explain I just pray , but then it is hard coming back to this world.  My Mom who else will clean her home ?  who else will make sure everything is ok?  The one’s I took with me can not stay beside me it is too painful and sometimes it is too painful for me, But when I ask Jesus to carry me , then I just float thru everything , sometimes I forget and it all goes haywire, But He is there and all i have to do is ask for help. is this the answer you seek?……………..peace g

    • http://www.sundijo.com Sundi Jo Graham

      Georgette, 

      Thank you for your transparency. So glad you rely on Jesus for your strength. Keep going and He will NEVER let you down. 

      • georgette

        thank you  Sundi, now I just have to remember he is the one next to me.

  • georgette

    my passion in writing is my life or DAVID  CASSIDY  always!  he inspires me to write……………g

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