Writing used to relax me.
During our time in Ukraine, I woke up without an alarm clock. I made a cup of tea. I sat down and wrote.
I wasn’t trying to grow a platform or get blog traffic or launch a book. I was just relaxing and trying to reassure our parents that we were still alive. And let them see pictures of their granddaughters.
Those were some of the best days of my writing life. And I really, really sucked at writing.
The world has lied to us.
It’s told us that for something to matter–to be worth doing–we have to be epic at it.
And when we’re working as a pro, or when we’re teaching, or when we’re building a business or a dream, then yes, we have a responsibility to bring our best. We are called to grow.
But we also need space for our brains to rest. We need to relax. We need to chill. We need joy and peace.
We need the freedom to suck at something.
After I started getting serious about writing, my attitude changed. I started to analyze as I typed. It became work. Then it became the work I did for money.
All of a sudden, my peace-filled, life-giving passion became my job.
Side note: I’m living the dream. It’s a dream come true. It’s awesome, it’s amazing, it’s filled with joy. It rocks. Truly. I’m grateful.
BUT I am also finding that what used to relax me is now work. It’s hard. There’s an expectation of quality.
I have no hobby. I just have hustle.
Despite what we say, we don’t value rest.
But…your brain can’t run at the redline forever. (Tweet that.)
You’ll stop sleeping well. Your blood pressure will rise. Insomnia will set in.
You’ll get sick. You’ll get a little crazy. (I know I am.)
It doesn’t have to be this way.
Instead of always striving for awesome in every part of your life, find one thing you enjoy doing, and suck at it.
Pick something that looks fun. Maybe it’s golf. Maybe it’s knitting. Or playing the guitar. Maybe it’s writing.
Do NOT work hard to try to get better. Do NOT analyze or drill or practice or debrief. Just give yourself the grace to have something in your life that isn’t hard work.
There doesn’t have to be a trophy. Just enjoy being awful.
What do you suck at? Leave a comment…