So this week I’ve been thinking a lot about gifts and talents, and mostly wondering if I have any that were worth thinking about.
The jury is still out as to whether I have any notable talents. If I have any (apart from being able to play a mean jazz bass solo, and being excellent at tickling my kids, and being annoying) I’m not really sure what to do with them or how to recognize them.
So, being the religious guy that I am, I decided to take the matter to the Lord and ask Him if I had any talents worth developing, and if I did which one I should focus on.
I got an answer. And thus, here I am writing again. I felt very distinctly that I should focus on my writing. It’s not the first time that I’ve felt that I need to work on my writing, but this time was different. I got a very distinct feeling that I should not only write every day, and write much more than I already am, but that I should publish my writings in my blog. For what purpose I have no idea. But I’m willing to try.
So my goal is to now write every day, and publish . . . Something . . . every day.
I’m hoping that I’ll see some result from this experiment, something that will encourage me to keep on publishing and working on my writing. I suppose only time will tell what the result of this all will be.
And so, result or not, success or not, I am starting tonight on what looks to be a very long campaign of publishing something every day, and hopefully publishing something not boring every day.
I watched a short video this morning. It was a compilation of part of Henry B. Eyring’s General conference talk (Elder Eyring is an apostle of my church, for those who don’t know). He was mainly talking about the danger of saying that “someday I’ll serve”, when what that really means is “not this day”. He was talking about serving the Lord and serving other people, but I also realized that I often say “someday” to myself when I’m talking about virtually anything that I want to do.
Someday I’ll take my wife to Brazil. Someday we’ll go to Europe. Someday I’ll write that book. Someday I’ll write and record some songs. Someday I’ll jam with friends.
In fact, I say that to myself a lot, and about a lot of things that I say I want to do.
I don’t have time to do all of them all at once. Maybe I don’t have time to write for 30 minutes every day. Maybe I have time to write for 15. Maybe I don’t have time to jam with friends every week, but maybe I could plan for once a month. Maybe I can’t write songs very often at home because of the kids, but maybe I can start jotting ideas down throughout the day and hash out the details later.
At the very least I can start doing things that I want to do, even if I don’t do them very well or very consistently, I can at least start to work on a consistent schedule.
If it isn’t scheduled it doesn’t happen, but also if I don’t adhere to the schedule that I set out then it doesn’t matter if I scheduled it in the first place. I need to find a way to set aside time, and to be accountable for seeing it through.
All I know is that if I keep on saying “someday” that day may never get here.