More and more I realize this blog is a respite. Ten minutes during which I can do what I want and the only responsibility in life I have is to write out the ten minute limit. That is freedom. Like all freedom, it is contextual–it exists within a small window of rules. I have to sit for ten minutes and write. That’s enough for me. It reminds me how much I love the Butt in Chair aspect of simply sitting here and doing the thing I’ve been doing my entire life–since I wrote that silly Choose Your Own Adventure book about Russia in early elementary school. I knew then I loved the vocation. I knew I wanted to write always and that I would write for as long as I could. I didn’t know whether or not I would be great at it, but I was always someone who believed he was ‘the best at what I did’.
I am not. In truth, I’m not even a top ten dude. I learned that with football, baseball, coaching, romance, teaching, leadership…. man the list goes on. I have always been more of a Jack of all Trades. However, I think that of all the things I am capable of doing, writing is the one thing that leaps above the rest. These ten minutes of reflection are grounding. The time and space, while sometimes grating, reminds me of what I believe I was meant to do in life. I am here to love my people and write kick ass lore. I’m getting good at one of those things.. it ain’t the lore.
What I need to be doing is locking in. There are so many things in my life I want to be very good at, but the one thing I am really good at–the one thing I can get top 25 ranking in–I’m neglecting. I need to turn up. This might be the week for that action.