I'm beginning to think we have choice about everything, even the things we think just "happen."
We may not be choosing consciously, but somehow the events of my life all lead me to where I'm supposed to be, even if it's difficult.
I don't want to write the novel I am writing - for all sorts of reasons. I don't believe I have the skills and talent to do it. I don't believe I am the right person to write this particular story. I don't have the energy to do whatever will be necessary to market it once it's done. Yada yada yada. But the truth is, this story chose me. Now I have a choice to listen to it or not. There are consequences either way.
Writing, for me, is the way I make sense out of my life. It synthesizes my thoughts and feelings and the events which occur in a way talking about it or thinking about it does not do. So not writing is not an option. But not writing this novel - is that an option?
I don't think so because I don't think I want to live my life with the emptiness inside that comes when I don't do what I am feeing compelled or urged to do from my Higher Self. I don't know what those are but I know from past experience, I don't want to find out.
So, I am re-committing myself to spending time with my story and getting myself to a place where it begins to emerge from deep within me.
What choices are you facing these days?
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Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here on Monday and Tuesday. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair.
"ONLY ONE THING IS MORE FRIGHTENING THAN SPEAKING YOUR TRUTH, AND THAT IS NOT SPEAKING IT." Naomi Wolf
"We are called human beings, not human doings."
Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
"The way to do is to be."
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs..(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly."