A few days ago I determined that I would discipline myself to write consistently about life and the experiences I am having and the things I am learning. However, I find it difficult to get started. I just finished reading Donald Miller's latest book A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned from Editing my Life. One of the things he said was, "People who live good stories are too busy to write about them."
In so many ways I am living a good story, and maybe I have been too busy to write about it; but truth be told, the story could be a whole lot better, and taking the time to write it down is what I know that I need to be doing. I want to live a life that truly counts for something. And just as I embark on that great adventure of life Donald Miller speaks again: "Here’s the truth about telling stories with your life. It’s going to sound like a great idea, and you are going to get excited about it, and then when it comes time to do the work, you’re not going to want to do it. It’s like that with writing books, and it’s like that with life. People love to have lived a great story, but few people like the work it takes to make it happen. But joy costs pain."
The discipline for me will be the living and the writing, the writing and the living - allowing the one to challenge and mold the other. I'm involved in a good story. It will only get better as I take the risks and am willing to embrace the pain. So I am really to live and write, to write and live.
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