Hello friends and welcome to another wordless week of writing.
Last week I was ripe to bursting with motivation. I had more energy and passion for my creative endeavors than I rightly knew what to do with. Sadly, I don’t think I lived up to it.
I was brooding over this fact in my car this morning when two words drifted out of the podcast I wasn’t really listening to and settled somewhere deep in my brain.
Giving up is easy. God, is it easy, and I should know because I have done it plenty of times. Sticking with it despite the difficulties, internal and external, now that’s a whole other kettle of fish.
Be tenacious. Defy what my anxiety brain insists is true about myself. Keep trying. What do I have to lose?
However, that was not the only advice the universe had for me. The second part came with my tarot draw.
Because what is the point of working this hard if I don’t love it? If there isn’t some sense of enjoyment in what I do? Why look for reasons to be miserable and disappointed in myself, when I can be having fun?
It sounds so simple, and maybe it is. I’ll just have to find out.