This post is part of the Blogging from A to Z challenge–blogging every day in the month of April (except Sundays!) with each letter of the alphabet.
The biggest source of my happiness in life is, of course, my writing. Nothing else makes me feel the way writing does. When I’m writing I feel relaxed, I feel engaged and creative, I feel both calm and exhilarated at the same time. When I’m writing, I feel like I’m doing what I should be doing. I feel like I’ve tapped into some inner energy that flows through me and all is right with the world–yes, even when the story is giving me trouble.
I’ve always been certain I was ‘meant’ to write. When people talk about having callings I believe them, because writing is my calling. I started when I was young and it instantly clicked for me. I was fortunate I never had to go looking for a purpose in life, it came to me. I stand in awe of that, and I think it’s a spiritual thing, and no one can tell me otherwise.
Being called to the page is a special gift for me and it brings me joy. Many times over the years I became disheartened, despondent, and a few times even foolishly proclaimed I was giving it up, only to have it come creeping back up on me. I’ve done this far too long to give it up. It’s a part of me now, as essential as any of my internal organs or my name or the color of my eyes. I’ve railed at the Universe before, trying to turn my back on that purpose when it got too hard, but the Universe knows who I am and it gently brings me back to where I should be. Writing is my happiness.
How about you? What is your happiness, your calling? How long have you known?