By Kristin Brumm3/09/10
I believe that anything we undertake that is worthwhile, really seriously worthwhile, and I'm not talking here about reading a thick book or planning a Roman holiday, but soul-tingling, life-changing, heart-driven worthwhile, requires a truckload of good, hard work. I also believe that if you're living from your heart, things happen effortlessly. I see absolutely no conflict with holding these two beliefs simultaneously. I have seen both borne out in my life.
Take, for instance, the birth of a child. Can there possibly be a more physically agonizing, drawn out, torturous, nakedly panting, insufficiently medicated experience? Remember, we're talking here about my labors, not yours. And yet, at the end of this there is a child. A living, warm bodied child whose fists open and close and who breathes moist breath on your neck and dissolves into tears when she leaves your breast because she already knows she belongs to your smell. Simply miraculous.
And now, I have a new project to birth. A book. It looms before me in all it's hugeness, it's overwhelming tabula rasa-ness. I'm aware I have no time to write. This is clear. Has been clear for ages and ever. I work full-time, I have a family. But I started my blog five months ago despite this and have written 80 posts so far and it's been effortless. Not once have I sat before a blank page and wondered about what to write. Rather, I've sat in doctor's offices and business meetings and stood in line at supermarkets and idled at stoplights and words have raced through my head and I've fought to slow them down, to write them down. I've written a book's worth of posts. Not all publishable, that's certain. But I'm shooting from the hip; writing and posting and moving on to the next thing. What if I wrote and didn't hit publish, but instead set it aside to be reworked and reworked and reworked, like a proper writer? What if.
A book. It will be a truckload of hard work; and it will be effortless. And so I've begun.