Hi Y'all,
I'm not really a Texan, but I do like saying y'all. And, on that note, I would love to let you know about a couple of posts about stuff you might love too.
This is all about being who you are supposed to be and doing what you do because "you can't help it"-- because if you don't you'll go mad!
It comes in two parts (no pun intended, seriously).
Five Years of Faking It: Part 1
When I was a teenager my Dad went off on one of his famous lectures again:
“I don’t care if you want to go and sit on mountains and meditate for the rest of your life, just make sure you’re the best damned mountain meditator in the world.”
Yeah right.
“And I don’t care if you want to be a beach bum, just make sure you’re the best damned beach bum in the world.”
Bet he wouldn’t have said that if I wanted to be a politician or a stripper.
and
Five Years of Faking It: Part 2
When someone asks me why I do what I do, all I can say is: “I can’t help it.”
I can’t help it in the same way you can’t help writing, for those who feel the need to write, or calculating planetary orbits, if that’s what rocks your day, or teaching others how to do something, if that’s your heart starter, or meditating on mountain tops, if you dare.
Different things drive different people. Porches for some. Fame for Miss Hilton. Status for Mrs Becks. Creating for the Coen Brothers. And Danger for the Real Madrid goalie.
It’s the “helping” thing that gets my groove going.
But we need different types of passions. The helping people, the innovating people, the Barry Manilow people, the sensible people, the wordsmiths—and you don’t have to be one or the other, you can be many of these people at once.