Married to the work

When I really don’t want to write my daily blog (or train for this marathon, or write my book, or create content) I’ve started telling myself something. “It’s not your job to want to do it,” my inner monlogue will say. “It’s just your job to do it.” 

This probably sounds harsh and unfeeling, like I’m some terrible boss or angry teacher. But over the years, it’s become comforting to me. I’ve realized that every day doesn’t necessarily yield desire; but every day yields an opportunity to work towards a something that, at one point, I said I wanted. 

Most days I spend creating are days I want to spend creating. Desire-less days are the exception. And ironically, telling myself to work when I don’t feel like it is… freeing? It’s like a strong relationship—still showing up, even on days when the flame isn’t there. Romantic? Not in the rom-com sense. But maybe in the 50th anniversary sense.