Back to Work. . . .
It’s hard to believe sometimes just how quickly time goes by when we get busy. I’ve been neglecting this project for almost a month now, due to other responsibilities that have come up to take more or my time than I thought they would. The girls’ basketball season has started, and since I’m coaching I’m spending a lot more time at school than I was before. It’s very gratifying work, though, and I’m enjoying it a lot. It also seems to me to be very important work, something that I certainly don’t want to do only half-way.
But that brings me here, to the first post of November. I’m back to work on this project now, which is also very important to me. And since it’s titled “Pick-Me-Up,” it’s important that I continue to add uplifting material to this site.
I kind of have to ask myself sometimes, though, whether or not something like a pick-me-up is always appropriate or justified. There are so many negative things going on in the world that sometimes positive messages just seem to be a bit out of place. And there are so many motivational speakers, authors, teachers, and others that one voice may be a waste of time–may be lost in the tumult of people’s individual lives. After all, so many people are going through so many difficult times that a few positive words simply can’t be all that effective, can they?
I guess this question brings up another question: should we not do something because of just how ineffective it may be? Shall I keep my positive words to myself just because they may be ineffective? Shall I stay silent because other people may ignore the words that I have to say?
If I do so, then I’ve most certainly done something very negative to myself. If I feel called to share positive words, then I should share them, and damn the consequences or results. As long as I know that I’m not going to cause any harm, then I should follow my muse, follow my own inspiration, and share what I feel called to share.
This question has been one of the reasons for my silence. I started this blog with a lot of enthusiasm, but as with any venture I allowed doubts to enter my mind. And as I got very busy, the doubts became stonger as my resolve grew less dominant in my mind. It became easy for me to neglect this opportunity to share words with others when I had other things to do, and I did just that–I neglected it. But now I stand corrected, having corrected myself–these words are important, and they do have a place in the world, even if nobody else ever reads them. If I feel called, then I’m being true to myself by following that calling.
So I’ve learned a lesson, and I hope that I can apply that lesson to my life and not allow myself to have such doubts again. Or push away those doubts when they surface. My callings are my callings, and the responses–or lack of response–of other people should have nothing to do with my decisions. I hope that in the future, they’ll have much less effect on what I think or do with my own life.