Sometimes blogging is easy. Sometimes, most times even, it’s fun. Sometimes, I scratch my head wondering what I have to share that would make anyone’s life more enjoyable in my morning blog and like procrastinators and semi-mad people everywhere, I look to FB or other social media for inspiration.
This morning I did just that and got smacked in the head with something obvious ~ I love my job. Not every aspect of it and not every day, but for the most part I get to spend time loving what I do. So, I thought in my most thoughtful FB scrolling way, most people probably love how they spend part of their day, if it’s not their job, it’s a hobby or passion or their family that bring that, I’m-so-lucky-to-have-this-in-my-life feeling.
While I was trolling FB feeling sorry for myself about another aspect of my life and how it’s hurting me, I posted. Mostly without thought, one of those things that just happens when an image pops up and I think it’s the Universe speaking, and it occurred to me, I have a lot to be happy about and I should get on with that and let my grouching go.
My post had to do with research I’m doing on my current work in progress set in Alba (Scotland) around 900 AD. FB, oddly enough, has often been a jumping in point for various aspects of my research which also involves Druidic lore, Celtic myth and spirituality, as well as scientific knowledge~the magic of its time.
Some people may be groaning with boredom at the thought. This just gets me jazzed.
So jazzed in fact, that it’s tempting to spend half my day researching. Some days that’s just what I do. Invariably only small threads of that research makes it into my books, and yet I get to visit exotic locations, imagine myself in different times, living a rich but foreign life. And when time and finances allow, I get to visit the places I write about. That makes this life choice exhilarating and meaningful.
Two of my FB friends posted this morning on their research. One posted about a baby elephant’s relationship with her human caregiver. The other about the research she was doing on MS and finding a cure. It’s amazing to me how much we learn about the different aspects of life as authors and how much that knowledge can lead to differing perspectives, personal growth, and change. Knowledge often leads to activism and even when it doesn’t, a change of perspective, if only momentary, is healthy. I’ve always had a great respect for authors, artists, song writers and story-tellers of all genres and inclinations, because they are able to evoke empathy and a sense of connection than spans disparate groups and communities.
Just like FB has the potential to do.
It may seem that those moments trolling are spent in frivolous abandon. If they are, so what? Frivolity can often lead to productivity given enough imagination. And, connecting with people you may have very little in common with on the surface in a way that celebrates what we have in common on a basic level is time well spent.
This, I think, is a skill and a gift. I hope I can become skilled enough to connect with readers of all sorts on a very human level and I’m thankful I get to work at it every day.
It doesn’t matter what you do for a living, a hobby, or for recreation. It doesn’t matter if it seems boring to those around you. If it’s meaningful to you and brings you joy or otherwise enhances your life, it’s good. If it helps you connect with others, even better.
I now have the Life is Good mantra: ‘Do what you like, like what you do’ running through my head. What do you like to do? Do you post about it on FB or other social media? How does what you do enhance your life? Do you chose to share that with others around you? Is it easier to share it with strangers online than with friends you see daily/weekly/often? Can’t wait to hear about what you like/love and how you share it with the world.