What to write… A novel? Devotions? Stick with a blog? I love to write. I believe God gifted me the ability to express some things, sometimes not so pretty, sometimes boring (to me, at least), but maybe occasionally useful to someone else. And I feel compelled to put it out there. God knows why, who needs it, how it will grow me. I trust Him, so I’ll follow His lead.
I’ve got dozens of ideas swirling around in my brain. But I can’t seem to pinpoint which idea I should focus on. I know that I should – settle on a direction and get going. I believe single-minded dedication is good, necessary. And then a quiet voice says, “There are no rules. Just do it!” Just write.
Just do it. It’s a brilliant slogan. Nike is genius with their branding and those 3 little words really do mean something to a whole lot of people. Just do it. So simple, yet powerful. That’s the idea. But it’s not that easy, is it?
As I wrestle with some things, that million-dollar catchy phrase seems a bit elusive, somewhat trite. Just do it. It doesn’t sound too difficult. Three. Small. Words. I’m an intelligent adult, with plenty of pain, drama, and victories to work from. How can it be SO hard?
But it is.
Sure, I could pick up a pen or my iPad and let words flow. It would be jibberish. Gobbledygook. That would, in fact, literally be “writing”. But I believe God has more than that in mind (I sure pray so!) and quite frankly, that’s just not how I work. It’s not how I’m wired. I need to have a purpose in mind, sense of the big picture, a goal. I’ve never been much of a brainstormer. I don’t make lists. And I can’t seem to make myself go through the motions without a reason.
I need a task. Tell me what to do, what needs doing and I’ll do it. But to say that I should just start emptying the contents of this madness called my mind…well, that’s frightening. To me. And It probably would be to you too.
I don’t like wasting time on exercises that don’t produce results. I bet you don’t either. So “just do it” is a hard place to start. I suppose by beginning and maintaining this blog, I’ve done something to that effect. But you’d laugh if you could see into my world, the painstaking process of just one entry, one post, one…measly, little story. I beat myself up for not having done it sooner, more regularly.
You see, months ago I decided that “every Monday” would be it. Once a week. I could do that, right? And then the more I concentrate and determine to type out an eloquent symphony of words…nothing. Not even one word comes out. As if it’s bottled up inside standing proud, arms folded. Little faceless beings, too proud to obey and come out on demand. “I’ll be expressed on my own terms, in my own timing.” My words are stubborn.
So, to say, “just do it”…makes the wrestling match even more animated. I’ve searched the house for just the right notebook. Oh, I must have the perfect writing utensil! And don’t forget this one: the atmosphere must be just right to foster my creativity. No one home. Candlelight. No sounds. Warm feet. Coffee nearby. After lunch. Before schoolbus. And so it goes. Marching right into a neatly wrapped package.
Just do it. It will help hone your skill, they said. Have YOU tried that? You’ll enjoy it, some said. How did that work for you? Just do it, they said. So I did. Today. There you have it folks. THIS is what happens with that haphazard approach. Blame it on Shia. (And watch his video here) The struggle is real.