I was pleasantly surprised to wake up yesterday to a text from my niece with the following Huffington Post story penned by Rashard Mendenhall.
Since I was a child, I have had a deep passion for written words. I’ve kept personal journals since I was 12 years old. I still have them all in a nice little box tucked away somewhere safe. As I’ve gotten older, I have revisited my passion for something that so naturally aligns with my spirit. Although listing “reading and writing” as a hobby is not a sexy thing to do, I have to say it’s at the top of my list.
More and more, I feel the urge to dedicate time to what I’ve loved so much for well over two decades.
Earlier this year, I attended a New York Writer’s Workshop conference. It was simply wonderful. Being able to be around full-time writers and others like me, who are writers by passion but not profession, was liberating. Held at New York Ripley’s Studio, the conference centered me in a feeling of joy and creativity I haven’t celebrated for quite some time. I almost felt like my 12 year old self again.
The headline here: there should not be a difference between who we are and what we do. I have a lot of things on my daily to-do lists – all of which I enjoy. Yet I continue to recommit to myself to make time for the people and things I love the most, including myself and my writing.
Congrats, Rashard! Cheers to writing wonderful stories and living life on purpose.