(Madisyn Taylor)
Sometimes it takes us the better part of a lifetime to discover our life's work, even though we may have been doing it our whole lives without necessarily realizing it. Our life's work is not always what we do to make money, although we often think it should be, and sometimes this way of thinking prevents us from seeing clearly what it is.
When we are doing our life's work, we feel an uncanny sense of ease and alignment. This doesn't mean that the work is always easy, and it doesn't mean that it's the only work we have to do; it just means that there is a conviction deep inside us that tells us we are in tune with our innermost self. When we are engaged in our life's work, our bodies feel more alive, because our energy is devoted to a cause that, in turn, feeds us. We may be tired after engaging in our life's work, but we are almost never depleted. We feel grounded in the world, knowing that we belong here and have something important to offer.
When we are deeply unhappy, depressed, or subject to one illness after another, this may be due to a sense of disconnection from our life's work. At times like these, finding the work we are meant to do is an essential act of healing. Most of us remember a time when we felt fully engaged in some act of work, service or creativity, and it is here that we may rediscover the work we are meant to do now. On the other hand, it may be time to explore what inspires us through volunteering, taking a class, going back to school, or just doing whatever it is we long to try. We all have callings, and when we find them, we owe it to ourselves to nurture and protect them, because while they may or may not be our livelihood, they are the keys to our wellbeing.
My Thoughts:
Throughout my life I have always found time o read, and in later life to write. My ultimate goal was to be a full-time author and spend my days rearranging words into some kind of meaning.
I think the phrase I am looking for here is …
Be careful what you wish for because you might just get it.
That sounds very ungrateful, especially when most people long for a time when they can devote their days to doing what they love and here am I, seemingly complaining. But that is not really so, the problem that I now have is that I do have all the time in the world to write, and as a result I seem to do less than I did when I was busy with jobs and family and all the other stuff life throws in the way of dreams. Because I have more time to write I find I have less to write about.
When I was busy all the time and having to find odd minutes to write stuff down, I had more time to mull over plots, scenes, twists and setting as I underwent the mundane stuff. So, by the time I came to write these things were bursting to be put into words.
That said … I'd still rather be here than back in the mill of real life.