Do It Anyway

I've always loved the message in this, and no matter where I'm at or what I'm doing, I find something meaningful to me at that moment in time every time I read the words . . .

Mother Teresa's "Do It Anyway"

People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered.
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.
Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies.
Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you.
Be honest and sincere anyway.

What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight.
Create anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous.
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, will often be forgotten.
Do good anyway.

Give the best you have, and it will never be enough.
Give your best anyway.

In the final analysis, it is between you and God.
It was never between you and them anyway.

Unwritten

Ok, so here's the deal:

I've had a very strong urge to write for maybe the past 4 weeks or so. You may ask, "write what?" however my answer is, "I don't know!" This urge is so strange . . . it came and it has stayed, despite my thinking it was just a passing thought that would slowly fade over time. I've had dreams about it, spontaneous thoughts during my day, and countless minutes of pondering my thoughts which I suppose, could be slapped onto paper as roughly as they were generated from my brain.

Here I am, though, nearly 4 weeks after I first felt I should be putting pen to paper on some topic, and I still have the feeling that I should be writing something. What's even stranger, is that I don't even know what I'm supposed to write about! I've thought about lots of things--children's books, some of my life stories of travel and personal triumphs, intellectual pieces, fiction, non-fiction, articles, jokes, anything and everything I could ever conceive, etc.--and still, I don't have a single inner nudge one way or another. Crazy, maybe not, however how am I supossed to curb this urge to write if I don't feel compelled to write about any one thing?!

I've always been good at writing, but don't ever remember really enjoying it. So now what am I to do?!

Oh, and just in case you were wondering . . .
I've thought about finding the novel I wrote several years ago (the one that was accepted by a publisher), resubmitting it to the publisher, and finally giving them permission to print the book. However, it has disappeared. The publisher's acceptance letters and contract is safely tucked away, yet I have been unable to find a copy--hard or electronic--of my original work. So that's out.

Unless I can find some satisfaction in leaving the page blank, I guess I'll have to actually write to cure this one, huh?! *sigh*