Edie recommended Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia yesterday, so I checked out Elizabeth Gilbert’s website. She has an awesome page up on writing! (Except for the small fact that she considers the late thirties to be "A Certain Age.")
My favorite was this paragraph:
"As for discipline - it’s important, but sort of over-rated. The more important virtue for a writer, I believe, is self-forgiveness. Because your writing will always disappoint you. Your laziness will always disappoint you. You will make vows: “I’m going to write for an hour every day,” and then you won’t do it. You will think: “I suck, I’m such a failure. I’m washed-up.” Continuing to write after that heartache of disappointment doesn’t take only discipline, but also self-forgiveness (which comes from a place of kind and encouraging and motherly love). The other thing to realize is that all writers think they suck. When I was writing “Eat, Pray, Love”, I had just as a strong a mantra of THIS SUCKS ringing through my head as anyone does when they write anything. But I had a clarion moment of truth during the process of that book. One day, when I was agonizing over how utterly bad my writing felt, I realized: “That’s actually not my problem.” The point I realized was this - I never promised the universe that I would write brilliantly; I only promised the universe that I would write. So I put my head down and sweated through it, as per my vows."
So DH is leaving tonight. My mantra is that this will help get us one of our big, big dreams. A really big dream that will bring us years of happiness.
But I’ve always lived most of my life with the fear that tomorrow might not come. That’s why I work doing things I am passionate about, rather than work doing things I hate so that I can save up for "other times." But it’s smarter to hold off sometimes.
Tomorrow will come. With both of us healthy and safe and together. It will, it will, it will. This is the right thing to do. (Am I overdoing it yet?) I’ll just repeat those phrases over and over and over. It’s only three or so months.
I consider love and time with DH one of the most important joys of my life. But this is the right thing to do. I am not going to get depressed this time. Just for the next minute. And then the next. One minute at a time. Maybe I can procrastinate getting depressed until DH gets back, at which point I won’t need to be depressed!
Have you ever sacrificed something you feel to be one of the most important things in life in order for a big dream? Was it worth it?
I’ll end with more wisdom from Emily Dickinson:
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!