Several years ago, when I was just getting started as a writer, I received one of the best pieces of advice from someone who already was one.
This guy, whom I viewed as a mentor of sorts, asked me rhetorically, “Why do you write? You write because you have something to say.”
Today, I have nothing to say. Yet here I am, writing anyway.
In my dreams, I am a golden god.
I am engaged, and enthusiastic, and eager to take on the day. And I spend every waking moment making the most of it.
Of course, in my reality, I am anything but.
A different girl every night.
That’s the single guy’s dream, right?
For many, yes.
But it wasn’t for me. And it isn’t for this advice-seeker.
What’s wrong? Did something happen? Is everything OK?
These are the questions that consume me when my wife calls at a time she shouldn’t be calling.
“I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it.”
At the top of each page of the Five Minute Journal, the daily diary I use (read more about it here), is a quote.
The quote above was my quote today.
It couldn’t have been more fitting.