So, first, just realized that I had already begun my morning writing without even coming out here. . . that’s pretty darn crazy for me, as I usually use this place as my motivation to move forward on my other writing tasks. Apparently I was just that ready to move into the real work of writing today.
I decided I should come out here and put something up just because I find that getting this stuff out first tends to mean I’ve gotten the junk writing out of my system and I can move into the much more solid writing that I prefer to put into my books.
But, this all comes down to motivations. I had a conversation with my wife this morning regarding motivation. There are several things she would like to be doing throughout the course of her normal day that she just doesn’t feel she has time for, considering the currently atmosphere of our daily lives. (This is truth for both of us, but I’m unimportant in this particular conversation). In my standard male way of wanting to fix everything that appears broken, I found myself becoming somewhat of a motivational speaker, using such choice phrases as “There’s always an excuse”, or “There’s no day like today to start something new” or, well, you know, insert anything Tony Robbins has ever said, and it probably came out.
However, although many of these phrases were being said in jest, I began realizing how much I unintentionally had been taking them to heart. In my own life, especially recently, I’ve had some severe motivational issues, as has been documented on this blog. I find myself all too often having to fight myself in order to continue reaching toward my goals. I have, in fact, quit working toward those goals a multitude of times, merely because I saw them as unattainable. Hell, many of them are unattainable. BUT. . . that doesn’t make them any less relevant.
Goals are exactly that, a goal. Sometime we don’t reach the finish line, or are the last ones to cross, wheezing and heaving and clutching our sides as we stumble over the line painted on the ground. Goals are there as something you want to reach, but if they’re seen as unattainable, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t go for it.
Case in point (coincidentally about running), I have rather recently had a few friends who were well above the medically acceptable standard of what a fit person should weigh, who started running as a way to deal with their weight issues. I can only imagine what those first 100 or so runs must have felt like. I’m in pretty good shape (well, my lungs aren’t worth much anymore, but I look somewhat fit) and I can’t run more than a couple blocks before my body wants to give out on me. I can only imagine what someone who’s got 50 pounds (or more) on me would be feeling.
It had to have been hell.
Yet, they have kept at it. In fact, I recently saw in a recent facebook post that one of them completed a half marathon. That’s friggin’ incredible. 13 miles. And they’re already talking about moving on to the full. I mean, these are people who have reached their weight goals (and then some) and after experiencing the toenail-losing torture of a thirteen mile race thought, hell, I can do more.
When they started, especially as they ran those first few feet (or however long they started with) I know for a fact that the idea of completing a half marathon was seen as completely unattainable. Today, they have not only completed it, but are planning on doubling it as soon as they can.
Now, I’m not going to even try to state that my process regarding writing in any way compares to the feat of these friends of mine. The pain I feel when I get rejections is just dumb. I mean, they’re really dumb.
And I’ve begun taking them not as a personal attack, but as an addition to my personal goals. I will get to the point where rejections are no longer commonplace. They will still, of course, occur. I could be a world-reknown writer and still get rejected daily, either through readers or editors, or critics, or whatever. But, I will find my audience, and they will appreciate what I do. That’s my goal. And I will not only meet it, I will surpass it. (which of course means that my goal is to surpass my goal. . . which means that I’m getting a little too Tony Robbins’y)
Anyways, that’s just a long winded way of saying that I need to get back to work.
Have a good one.