Friday, December 26, 2014

Thursentary: The Art of Meaning It

I was going to post this yesterday. I had this stupid vision that yesterday after church the spirit of willpower would come over me and I'd get my Spanish and econ homework done and then work on college app stuff and then write a WBI post for today (I know, it's been two weeks and if you're into that kind of thing I expect you're missing them.)

Anyway, I spent yesterday afternoon watching Fringe and Sherlock and eating, and not doing anything I was going to get done.

Today I'm getting my wisdom teeth out, so I assume I'll probably do the same thing but with less eating.

So, therefore, if only to console myself this is the post I was supposed to have posted yesterday; you have my apologies on the timing. And if I spend the afternoon drooling like a child in front of the television, staring at Moriarty's face, then at least I've gotten this done.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, your post.

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Merry Christmas!

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In that it’s the second-most important holiday celebrated at church, not to mention a Thursday, I thought I could talk about the Art of Meaning It—something that occurred to me a little while ago.

Recently I finished a 100-day devotional from Family Christian Bookstores, which I think I got for my
confirmation. Which was… over four years ago. Better read late than never, right?

Anyway, this book is called Discovering Purpose: A 100-Day Journey for Teens and originally I read the thing in a day. It was easy to do—there’s a verse, a concept, a handful of quotes, and something to think about. It’s an easy skim.

Skim I did, and skimming is where I left it.

More than 100 days ago (I figure God loves me even when I’m sick and skip to the part where I go to sleep) I started this book again, a little skeptical and a little bored. But hey, I thought. You need to do something.

So I did it. More importantly, I meant it. And when you mean something, you end up somewhere different than where you started.

More than 100 days ago, I didn’t want to be a writer. I actively resisted the idea in my brain, and refused to consider it as an idea. But sometimes I’m weird and I make bets with God. It’s not really a gamble: if I win, usually God wins too.

For 87 days, I’d be a writer. I’d make choices as though I was going to be a writer long-term, I’d try to conduct myself in a way befitting a writer, I’d try to write. And to my surprise, accepting the writer in me has brought me to places I certainly didn’t expect more than a hundred days ago.

I’m on the fourth draft of a book. Realize that I’ve never gotten through a second one—the fact that I’m here is insane. I’ve written almost every day for the past 100+ days, in part because of the Go Teen Writers’ activity, and also because to be a writer you have to write.

I’ve blogged a lot, too. The entire Fan Week? That came from wanting to mean it. Wanting to be better.

What I’ve found is that when you do a devo, there are days when you dash it aside and roll your eyes because it’s silly, but if you find a day where there’s an idea that you can mean, then something awesome and unexpected can show up instead.

It’s Christmas: welcome to the awesome and unexpected. 

The cool thing about today is that I know that today is a day that shows that God meant it. When Jesus became a flesh-man? That was a commitment. And I don’t wonder if Jesus made a bet with God the Father when he first came down, too.

For the next 33 years I’ll be perfect. I’ll heal the sick, I’ll show your love, and I’ll give your forgiveness—because that’s what a savior does. And at the end of it, we’ll see what happens.

What has happened is kind of crazy.

So Merry Christmas. I mean it.

Do you?

6 comments :

  1. Ack! College apps seem really scary.

    Anyways, that was besides the point. I so agree with you. Truly meaning to do something and really having the passion and enthusiasm makes all the difference in everything you do. I keep on learning this over and over again, so this post was a good reminder. Beatuiful post, Heather!

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    1. College apps are certainly no fun, at this point. :P

      Absolutely—if we can't put our souls into what we do, others can tell. And depending on who they are, they may call you out on it. It's definitely a good lesson to keep learning—thanks for reading!

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  2. That is a very true thought Heather. We really do have to mean it. I've been reading the Go Teen Writers book (which my amazing mother gave me for Christmas), and one of the first things they say is that you have to respect the dream and really mean what you're doing. And that's something I've been slacking on a bit recently. (I haven't written in nearly a month, though I do have an excuse that I have been way too busy for most of it to take on another thing without having a nervous breakdown in the middle there). But you've inspired me today to start really meaning to be a writer again. I'm off to go get started on being a real writer once more!

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    1. GTW is a great book, no? But yes, absolutely: I think the "garbage in, garbage out" principle works really well, especially in a situation for writers. If we only put in a garbage amount of effort into our writing, then we'll never progress. Regardless of what the writing itself looks like it's our effort to "mean it" that eventually proves that it was worth it. :) Still, I think it's also fair to take breaks, especially if you're in danger of a nervous breakdown! I'm glad to have inspired you, though—may your writing be meant! :)

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  3. This was a great post! I honestly don't know how to respond to it- so much food for thought :)

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    1. XD Well, it is indeed hard to talk with your mouth full. Glad you enjoyed it!

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