Sunday mornings find me at Starbucks (Sophia’s is closed) arranging pixels on a screen in an attempt to better understand life as it sweeps me along. Writing is part of my thinking process. It helps me clarify and focus. And picturing potential readers makes it into a conversation, albeit one-sided for now.
Writing is also something I feel compelled to do. I don’t fully subscribe to the notion that everyone has an individual destiny mapped out by God, but I do think we have tasks for which we are uniquely qualified by temperament, talent, experience and calling. I believe we’re born with certain aptitudes for excellence that have to be nurtured in order to produce exquisite fruit for others—divine and human—to enjoy.
As I approach 60, I’ve identified some very specific “fruit” I want to create in terms of my writing. My daily challenge is to be on task as a wordsmith and not to let the mundane rush into every open space like carbon dioxide, displacing the oxygen.
Here’s the conversation part. This is where I turn to you and ask,
Have you thought about your calling?
Do you know what kind of fruit you should be bearing?
How much time do you spend on its cultivation?
Does anything need to change in your life?”
As Captain Jean-Luc Picard says, “Make it so.”