Teddy Roosevelt’s words are gracing my screens and close to my heart this week. As I consider where I’m going with my work and life, I’m trying to look at the here and now rather than wonder what will happen next week, next month, a year from now. Always easier said than done.
Life is iffy and incredible, insane and ingenious.
For years, I’ve mixed other creative work with the unpredictability of a writing career. In the last year or so, I began to long for the days when writing was my sole profession. When writing and editing were what I did when I grew up.
Every time I think that maybe I should have gone to law school, something more secure, I realize that I feel pretty safe right where I am. Even when I’m nervous and juggling and not quite where I’d like to be. I do what I love (though unemployment and a retirement benefits would be nice).
Some days I look around, and it seems like everyone else has it more together. Other days it looks like the inmates are running the asylum. We make judgments like that all the time. It can lead to what my friend Heidi calls “judgment fatigue.” Sometimes we’re right, sometimes we’re wrong. Most times we have no clue what we’re talking about. So much wasted energy. (Related, I highly recommend the book Thinking, Fast and Slow.)
And maybe, just maybe, that includes being kind to ourselves, too.