Is my writing a form of self-indulgence, or is it my purpose in life—my so-called “calling”? If it is my calling, is it something I supposed to focus on doing, to the exclusion of other things (if so, which things)? Or is it something I am supposed to cram in the nooks and crannies of my “regular” life?
If it is not my calling, why do I enjoy it so much? Yes, enjoy—therein, find joy?
If it is my calling, then how am I supposed to feed myself and my family while I pursue it? Or am I simply supposed to eat less?
And/Or Both?
http://www.calvin.edu/academic/engl/festival/
2 comments:
Marsha, I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks about these things. When I was in grad school, one of my profs said she'd lock herself in her study to write and her kids would be knocking on the door vying for her attention. I don't feel compelled enough to exclude other aspects of my life (ie. family), but there must be a healthy way to fit it in.
I wish I could go to the Calvin Festival, but I just don't see how it could work. Maybe I'll get a hefty sum of Christmas money . . .
been feeling the same things about my PhD work, though the pure enjoyment is a bit low right now ... :) it's more of a love/hate relationship with learning/writing ...
anyway
Both. All?
kind of an EB answer... :-)
and is it a bad sign that the pictures you've posted looks like caramel or peanut butter fudge to me?
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