When it comes to writing I can be intense. That’s good, right?
There’s a difference between living a purposeful life and driving myself. The former is my response to the call to write; the latter comes from desperate zeal to attain my goals. When I focus on how far I still have to go in my writing career, frustration grips me. Driven by the desire to speed things up, I can expect too much of myself.
It all depends on my focus. In trying to hurry, I can drive right past my destination and have to backtrack. Or miss it altogether. But if I surrender my will, a previously hidden road unfolds before me.
Counting my many blessings in a spirit of humility provides just the cure.
Note to Self: I can look forward with anticipation rather than frustration when I remember to look back with gratitude.