That is what I told myself today. This is me obeying my command. Here’s to blog entry number one…
For those of you foreign to Athens, Georgia, Twilight means something different here than most other places. Instead of sparkling vampires and dependent, whining women, Twilight embodies another drama. This time, though, the conflict isn’t between blood-thirsty monsters, but prize-worthy cyclists.
This was my fourth year attending the races. Watching the cyclists, I couldn’t help but wonder: how is this humanly possible? It’s hot, humid and there are so many other things a person could do instead of killing oneself on a bicycle for –what? A trophy? I am all for staying healthy and getting that 30 minutes of exercise in every day, but these people seem to be taking it a bit far.
But, as I sit here, trying to push myself to do something I love, I think: shouldn’t we all be like that? So passionate about something that it becomes a treat — not a burden — to do it? I shouldn’t have to make myself write. I shouldn’t have to force myself to take the dogs on a jog (or, let’s face it: walk). I shouldn’t have to set an alarm to read. Where are my priorities?!
Why is it that we can sit in front of a television or computer screen for hours and accomplish nothing, but a mere exertion of 30 minutes to an hour of something we love seems exhausting? Writing is my passion. I am done with telling it to “hold on.” Why should it? Facebook can hold on! Pins can find a wall another day!
I have something to say and if I don’t get it out now, it will find its way into the abyss that is my mind and never make its way back. I am going to stop having ideas and start sharing them. “You cannot have your cake and eat it, too.” Well, who wants to have cake if it goes stale after a while? I’m going to start enjoying my passions, instead of dreaming about them.
Here’s to day one of living. I feel better already.