It’s late and I’m tired and cold and a little bit hungry and for some reason (I’m not sure why), a little stressed. I’m also embarrassed that I haven’t written a blog in three or four days. I’m probably going to go to bed pretty soon. It’s raining outside. I can hear the rain hitting the sidewalk and I feel so grateful to be here just writing, even if it’s not a lot and even if it’s not even any good. Pressfield says, “Is it any good? I don’t care.”
I do care. Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe that’s one of the reasons I hesitate to write. I can add, “It’s not going to be any good,” to “I don’t know what to say” and “I’m too tired/busy/sick/hungry/cold/full of excuses to write.”
But I really need to do this anyway. I need to get past my excuses and embarrassment and anything else that starts with the letter ‘e’ or any other letter, and just write something. I don’t know why my Muse loves me or why she selected me to do this. There are far smarter, better-looking, more talented choices than me. But she picked me and so I need to be here. (And the truth is, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than in the arms of my Muse.)
Here’s the thing. We’ve all been selected by a Muse to do something in this world. The lucky few, the very lucky few, somehow, for no reason I can explain, have chosen to respond to that call. And here’s the other thing: responding to that call makes life better, but not easier. I just want to go to bed or have my stomach feel better or read a comic book. I’ve studied most of the day. I deserve a break. But, as I said, I’m embarrassed because I haven’t written a blog in three or four days. My Muse gave me this gift, this inspiration and I don’t want to abuse it.
I’m too tired now to say much more. But I want to Get Started and Keep Going…even if I feel a little embarrassed.