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This week I had a lot of stuff fall through.
Without going into detail, let's just say that a few things I was working pretty hard on didn't pan out. Some of it was writing stuff, some of it was blogging stuff and some of it was just life stuff.
And when that happens, you start over. You reevaluate your plans, make adjustments and prepare to try again. And the question that always comes up at this point (for me) is this:
Why am I doing this?
If the answer is results-based, I'm in trouble. I'm doing it because I want people to like me or because I want to be seen as successful and popular or becuase I want to win the Newbery Medal and get an apartment in Seattle and own a Newfoundland.
(Hey, I don't judge your dreams!)
Admit it, you want one...
Dreams are awesome, I'm not saying they're not. But results are like wild animals. You can feed them and sit for hours watching them and do everything you can to get them to eat out of your hand. But you cannot make them come to you. The minute you try, they dissapear. And if I'm doing something so I can get results, I'm not going to be doing it for very long.
So if you find yourself asking that question, pay attention to the answer. Are you doing this because it makes you happy, or because you want to be popular? Are you doing it because you think it's worth doing, or because you want to make a million dollars?
If you really want to get something done, you'll find an answer to that question that the world can't touch. As for me, well...
I do it because I'm crazy.
How about you? Why do you do the things you do?