A writer friend of mine and another member of our critique group brought this up to me in a message. She said I’m one of those types that views writing as my calling. I think that’s pretty accurate, although sometimes I really wonder about it…
I know I posted about this not that long ago, but it’s still on my mind. How does one know for certain what their calling in life is? Whether it’s writing, or being a doctor, or teacher or whatever else, how do you know? I don’t know that there’s a clear answer; I think it’s one of those universal questions humanity always is trying to find the answer for.
For me, as a Christian, I know that everyone’s created for a purpose. That purpose is ultimately to serve God, although much of humanity doesn’t believe that. Without getting into a huge philosophical debate, I personally believe the reason why so many people flounder around in life is because they are trying to find something to fill that “God-shaped hole”. Even though I know this, I often try stray from the path. Anyway, please don’t take offense to that at all–it’s just my personal beliefs. But I digress.
I think it’s my feeble human nature that makes me doubt my ability sometimes. I’m forever comparing myself to others, which I know I shouldn’t do, but I still fall into that trap. I see other writers in the blogosphere whose writing far surpasses mine and I wonder if I’ll ever be good enough. I know, I know, it didn’t come easy to them, they worked hard to get there, etc. But sometimes I wonder…what if my best isn’t good enough? What if I’m never meant to be published?
Anyway, I know I shouldn’t think that, but it comes through sometimes. I know I should just focus on the writing and everything should fall into place. I need to push the doubt back. I need to overcome my weaknesses as a person and try and focus on the bigger picture. But my silly human nature takes over way too often.
And I end this post with a little song. Dedicating it to my family and friends who are going through tough times.