Good topic for writing and life. Goals can be traps, so we must keep asking ourselves why we are doing something.
My characters have taught me that motivations must change over time to match the person I have become. When my veterinarian remarked on the age of some of my pets I replied I was trying not to adopt younger ones because I hoped to survive them. She gave me a strange look but she got it. One of my motivations for hanging around is to assure they are not tossed out in the cold. If I accomplish this sad goal they will have quality care, but I won’t have any pets left.
I also want to make sure another PCP does not try to kill me again with meds. My blood pressure was always 127 unless I was carrying heavy sacks or she was yelling at me. I fired her and take comfort in her getting old one day unless she kills herself with unnecessary medication first. At 77 I can still tromp around the farm at minus 4 degrees and feed all the birds. If I was thin and had osteoporosis I would not be able to do that four times a day.
The other meaningful motivation is to write until I am empty. But every time I think I have written my last story, something else comes to me. Of course publishing those stories creates a community of readers who I may not even meet face to face, but it is a comfort when they get what I am saying.
Good topic for writing and life. Goals can be traps, so we must keep asking ourselves why we are doing something.
My characters have taught me that motivations must change over time to match the person I have become. When my veterinarian remarked on the age of some of my pets I replied I was trying not to adopt younger ones because I hoped to survive them. She gave me a strange look but she got it. One of my motivations for hanging around is to assure they are not tossed out in the cold. If I accomplish this sad goal they will have quality care, but I won’t have any pets left.
I also want to make sure another PCP does not try to kill me again with meds. My blood pressure was always 127 unless I was carrying heavy sacks or she was yelling at me. I fired her and take comfort in her getting old one day unless she kills herself with unnecessary medication first. At 77 I can still tromp around the farm at minus 4 degrees and feed all the birds. If I was thin and had osteoporosis I would not be able to do that four times a day.
The other meaningful motivation is to write until I am empty. But every time I think I have written my last story, something else comes to me. Of course publishing those stories creates a community of readers who I may not even meet face to face, but it is a comfort when they get what I am saying.