What do you love?
I had a great reminder tonight from a dear brother that the best motivation to keep doing something is simply that you love it.
(aside directed at Sam… if I could, I’d bring you real chips, because your statement that “you eat a bag of chips when you’re not thinking” was the only thing I disagreed with all night. /End aside)
There is a reason that I read so much… I love it. There’s a reason that I watch the same movies over and over with my wife: I love them (and her). There’s a reason that I don’t do so hot with writing: I have not made steady my affection for it. I don’t love it. Or, I don’t love it more than I love eating a bag of chips and watching 30 Rock reruns.
It’s a problem. It’s a discipline problem. But, if I start to think about it like I think of “discipline” I start to chafe… it’s the same reason I was never a good runner. The idea was good but the work part of it was too hard.
But if I loved it… clearly, you do the things you love. So, maybe the thing to do is… just choose to love something different. Love different.
love different is a trademark (registration pending) of the Andrew Mackay Media Empire (AMME), all rights reserved… any similarity to trademarks belonging to fruity computer companies are coincidental, I swear. Also, you owe me a bag of chips for reading this paragraph.
So when you say “choose to love something different,” do you mean that you are giving up writing or that you will try to love writing in a different way or that you will choose to love writing instead of eating chips and watching 30 Rock? I’m so confused…
“You owe me a bag of chips for reading this paragraph.” Okay. Ketchup-flavoured, right?
Why can’t I blog like this? Where are my chips?