As I write this, we have just come home from an afternoon in the boat, enjoying dinner, family time and a little bit of fishing.
The weather was beautiful, the water was calm, and dinner was pizza, so I didn’t have to cook, which means that I’m a happy camper all around really.
Boatman was, of course, in his element.
There is nothing he likes better than being on the water. (Except, of course, for me. :))
Even the fact that he has just spent the whole day on the water for work does not deter him; he just loves it.
It got me thinking about how there are things that we love, and enjoy and can enjoy life through, but then there are other things that we are made for. The things that make us come alive, and ignite our passion. The stuff that burns inside us until we do it.
The stuff that we don’t just want to do; the things we have to do.
I started to think about this in terms of blogging.
I love blogging.
Absolutely love it.
I love the social side of it, and engaging with an audience, but I also love writing. Writing is who I am. If I don’t do it for a couple of days, I start to feel all icky.
Something else I really enjoy is sewing. I like to be creative and make new things. I like learning new skills and problem solving how to put things together; it’s good fun and very therapeutic.
But it’s not the same as writing.
I can take it or leave it. I can go a few months without feeling the urge, and I can tire of it very quickly.
When I talk to many people about blogging, I often find they are tired. They feel a huge amount of pressure to invest time and energy on all the social platforms, to start and host a link up, to join every meme out there, and to be writing something new and interesting every couple of days.
When they first start out, it’s all new and exciting and they get a few comments and page views and suddenly the whole world opens up. They dream of making an income or gaining notoriety from it.
In my opinion, there is nothing wrong with that.
But for some people, it’s not who they are.
And there is nothing wrong with that.
There’s this kind of pressure that if you want to be a blogger, or anything, you have to do it in a big or noticeable way. Maybe change the landscape of whatever it is your looking at, and impact the world and leave it a better place.
I’m all for that, but I also believe that the biggest impact we have is when we are being who we are meant to be, and not trying to do something else.
Some people are meant do things in a big, crazy way; others are not. There’s nothing wrong with either. It does not make one inferior to the other. On the contrary, a person who is content with being who they’re meant to be, is in a far better place than the one who is striving for something that they’re not.
Take for example my sewing. Like I said, I enjoy it.
Now, if I really wanted to, I could take that enjoyment and decide to do something big with it. Sew all the time, makeup my own patterns and tutorials, and even open up an etsy store.
And I guarantee you, I could do it for about a month before it got too much.
Cause that’s not the way I’m wired.
Ask me to write instead, and I love it. Blogging is not a chore. Reading and commenting is not a pressure. Social media and shameless self promotion is easy and comfortable. The ever growing number of IBOT posts is not a cause for alarm at the extra work load; it’s nothing but excitement.
Like Boatman and his boat, he can work in it all day, and then go out fishing all night.
It’s easy because it’s him, and being yourself is a lot less exhausting than trying to be someone else.
Life is meant to be lived and enjoyed, and embraced fully and passionately. But those things are only possible when we’re true to who we are, and not being something else.
What is the one thing you need to do, and would be miserable without?
Are you putting pressure on yourself in the wrong places?