Friday, February 25, 2011

so far

Skyline of Downtown Los Angeles

2011, in words:


so, so good

(image by ricardodiaz11)

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

post-it quotes: i need these reminders

Post-it quotes is a new series. Each week I'll feature a new quote that's made it's way to a post-it note on my computer at work, combining two of my loves -- wise words and post-it notes -- with my desire to stay focused and develop excellence at my work and craft.

"No one ever said it would be easy." - Annie Dillard.

I didn't know how perfectly placed this one was when I taped it to the top of my monitor. It was for spatial reasons that I chose that exact position -- I already had one on the bottom and a few on one side. Turns out, when I'm looking for a word or scrolling through phrases in my head, my eyes look up. And there is the reminder. No one ever said it would be easy...

It's not just writing. It's a lot of things, but mostly it's believing that I belong here -- at my job, at my desk, with that title beside my name. I would guess that, if we're honest with ourselves, a lot of us feel this way when we do new, difficult things. There is a lot that would argue that we don't belong, and no one ever said that battle would be easy.

It begs the question, why do I always go for what's easy? These words are a reminder that, from the beginning, I wasn't signing up for easy this time, even though that was an option. (But was it really? Where would that take me?) Difficult, refining, hard work -- this is what I signed up for. And no one ever said it would be easy.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

walking through

Sometimes writing feels like parting the Red Sea. Or, maybe more accurately, it feels like walking through a parted sea. It’s a long, scary process, and about halfway through, I always want to turn around. Who was I to think this was possible? That I could do this? That there’s something on the other side? And the walls of sea – can you imagine, walls made of water? – could come crashing down at any moment, a force that would sweep away anything in its path.

Maybe it’s not writing for you, but there’s something, I know. That place where you come to the edge over and over, but have no strength to cross. But eventually some kind of other-worldly determination sneaks up and pushes you, and there, you’ve made your first step.

We could walk together, hold one another’s hands. We could remind each other that we’ll gain courage as we cross, and that the One who made the sea is the one holding up the walls around us, and He calls us to the other side.