The other morning I was watching a movie after I got home from work. You know, winding down, getting ready for bed. I had seen this particular movie was on before, but I had the willpower to change the channel. Maybe I was ready to have something to eat and veg, but whatever the reason, I watched this movie called "Honey." It was along the lines of Dangerous Minds, Sister Act, or any other movie you can think of where someone comes in to save the inner city youth. I don't mean to seem cynical, or uncaring, the movie was just predictable. It ended up being pretty good, but still predictable. Regarding the uncaring tone, I'm actually the opposite. I am really bothered by kids that have to live on the streets dealing drugs, and don't get a chance to be kids. Check out the movie. Yeah it's a chick flick, but if you don't admit it to the world like I just did nobody will ever know.
My main reason for admitting this is, there was a line in the movie that has stuck with me. Jessica Alba was talking to the guy that ended up becoming her boyfriend, her dreams of starting a dance studio for the kids were fading. He was giving her a pep talk, and he asked her, "What makes you happy?"
I guess that doesn't necessarily mean that has to be your profession. But, do you do what makes you happy. I've said here before I will continue to do this until I feel like I am supposed to move on to something else. My posts here have gotten even less frequent because I have been writing under the pen name Andrew Pearson, over at www.batalugu.com. Check me out if you haven't already.
Think about it. Really think. What do you like to do? What comes easy for you? What satisfies you? My whole adult life I have been a provider, and I like that. I also like to write, but I was so focused on the provider part of me, I didn't take time to look at the other things that make me happy. Spending "real" time with my kids, instead of being a workaholic, creating characters, and getting lost in a story, is what makes me happy these days. I still have a job that I like, that pays the bills, and allows the kids and I to do fun things, but it is the kids, and the writing, that is my source of happiness.
What's Yours?
Thanks for pondering this with me
