If you could do anything in the world, if money were no object, what would you do? Ok, let me rephrase that. What, if given a chance, would you really, really like to do with your time even if you made no money from it. I’m fairly confident someone who reads this might want to play the guitar, piano, horn or drums, paint, travel, eat at a different restaurant every night, build the perfect house in the perfect location, sail, become a doctor, lawyer, cab driver, academic, ballet, pro football, baseball, basketball, hockey or soccer, fish, sing, sleep, work with tools or cabinetry or copper or cars, cook, marry, fly, gamble, live in Amsterdam, Australia or Alaska, teach, preach, read, learn, and pretty much anything else that can be imagined. What would you do?
Thought of it? Give yourself some time to let the question really sink in while I share my answer. My second favorite thing to do is write. I assure you I’m not making a single penny from any of my words with the exception of OOBERS: Kalamazoo, which you can only get via the internet and could very well be passed by near-dead slugs, if near-dead slugs were on the market. Writing is no more a bother to me than breathing; if I weren’t allowed to write, or became unable to write with even my eyes, I would write books in my head and memorize them. I write, therefore I am a writer. Unfortunately for me, most of what I write is mental smegma, which gives me an ice cube’s chance in hell of ever getting paid for my words. But whether or not I make another penny, or a million dollars, I shall write.
I have a single letter written by my father’s father (his name was Jay T Harding long before I borrowed it) on the heels of my father’s untimely death in 1973. I have a church sermon my father wrote by hand and that’s it. I promise you my children, grand and great grandkids will have plenty of drivel to wade through of mine long after I have closed my mouth to this world and opened it with a shout in the next. Now, if you are one of the aforementioned distant progeny, I must explain something to you now and get it over with. You possess great intellect, and God knew ahead of time that you would be tempted to have little patience with those who don’t ‘get’ you, so you are cursed (it is genetic, mind you) with a fascination for the profane, and are liable at any moment to ‘put your foot into it’ with some vulgar tirade or crass wording. (example to follow) You also are more than likely a little shy inside with potential mates, so practice your bravado. Young men, you will either go bald or you won’t. Young ladies, you will either have big boobs or not. Now, isn’t it wonderful to have all this useful information passed on to you by a distant relative who just so happened to love to write? By the way, writers are notorious liars, so don’t take much of anything I’ve written with a grain of salt. Still, I left you with quite a bit of literary salt to flavour your imagination, like it or not.
But that’s me. This article is about YOU. I shall ask again: what in all the wide world would you do if you had nothing but time, or if you only had a little time left? Got it in your head? Good.
Now tell me why in the heck you’re not doing it these days, unless you’re smack dab in the middle of your deepest desire right now. If you aren’t following your bliss, my friend, why not? Every excuse is just that. Don’t be afraid. Just do it. Everything else will fall in line. But be absolutely sure it’s what you would want to do more than anything else in the world.
I said that writing was my second favorite thing. My first choice every day is found in Matthew 6:33 “Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need.” If writing is like breathing to me, God is my soul, my spirit, my spark of life. Nothing is more important than keeping my face turned to His light. I cannot begin to write without my yearning for His presence through Christ’s Holy Spirit; my pen dries up and the power goes out and I lose my way in the darkness. Living righteously is an entirely different matter, but there isn’t enough storage space on my computer to explain how difficult that is for me, so I’ll probably parse it out from time to time. I’m good at remembering my inadequacies. But I DO have everything I need, thank you Abba.
If you could do anything in the world, if money were no object, what would you do?