It’s strange how our hobbies have a way of eventually stressing us out. I enjoy gardening, but at some point I’m out there griping about pulling weeds instead of doing something “fun”. Or I’ll be super excited to start a new book while simultaneously stressing over finishing the one I’m currently reading (because I simply cannot leave a book unfinished….dumb rule, I know). I enjoy working out, but inevitably I bitch and moan about getting up early to go to the gym. It really seems like there is nothing in life that we can find joy in 100% of the time. Even hobbies take work.
My writing, at times lately, has felt like one of those hobbies. Some days I just do not feel like writing. I may have a great idea, but the thought of putting pen to paper….or fingers to keyboard, makes me think blehch. Sometimes blogging feels like a chore. Because blogging isn’t just writing. It’s networking. It’s reading. It’s marketing. It’s responding to comments. It’s being okay when a post gets a lot fewer views than you think it deserves. It’s suppressing jealousy when others get way more attention. It’s just, a lot sometimes.
Earlier this week I accepted an invitation for a permanent writing spot over at Lefty Pop. I’m simultaneously honored, excited, and a bit horrified. This is an assignment with a deadline. This is another site depending on my work each week. This is responsibility masquerading as hobby. I think I’ll knock it out of the park, but I need to acknowledge a tinge of stress creeping in around the edges and remind myself that I ENJOY writing.
Here we are some 280 words later where I’ve written a post that originated because I didn’t have a post for today. Maybe I’ll be alright after all.
Stay positive & love your life.
Listening to: St. Vincent – Psychopath