“Every day I write the book” – Elvis Costello
Last episode of the weekly wonder I referenced a book I hadn’t finished yet. I was in chapter 21 of 26.
I’ve heard that everyone is the hero of his or her own story. My friend suggested that lives could be viewed that way. What chapter is my life in right now?
I think about this a lot:
What story am I telling?
Do I want to go where I am heading?
What are the possible directions to head?
A week does not go by that I am not poking at these questions. I’m hard on myself too. At the end of every day, I judge whether I have put the most important things in that day.
I always wish I had filled it even more full. But at the end of the day the only thing I have the capacity to do is sleep.
And I’m not even that good at sleeping right now.
Those characters in books never have to think about what they are doing. They just charge about taking action. Kiss that girl, quit that job, and take that trip. No hesitation, GO!
Almost nobody shows the thinking. Very few characters show up and show us how. Hamlet, Leopold Bloom and Mrs. Dalloway choke on it. And they are mostly famous for not accomplishing much. Too busy thinking to actually do anything.
Real life has sleeping, prep work and planning in order to do things. And doing is not even the target. I want to produce, leave a mark on the world and make it a better place for others. It feels small to me to live a life that is only for myself.
That takes planning. Boring, behind the scenes planning. Set crew to my own life. If I want something in my life I have to go hunt it and bring it in.
But somebody has to. How else is this story going to be beautiful?