This post might get me in trouble. It might ruffle some well placed feathers. So proceed with caution.
I expect commitment. Not only from myself—but from others I come into contact with. When I attended a 4-year college, I borrowed the money and committed to finish no matter what side-lined me.
When I married my husband almost thirty-two years ago, I committed to him for a life time. It hasn’t always been easy but I have always expected him to give back the same commitment.
When I bought a Christian bookstore with a partner, I committed to doing my best to make it succeed. I asked for the same commitment from her. Within the first year, we increased our profits by 30%. The ministry still exists over 15 years later.
When I sat down with my husband and said I wanted to write, I committed again. I’d been a dabbler for years—writing in journals, dreaming about writing a book. But I never made any real steps to find out what I had to do. When I finally committed my passion—it took off. I submitted. I got published and I still work hard at my craft.
A year ago, I started a Christian Writer’s group. I wanted to find other committed writers. I’m struggling today with a hard decision because although I’ve seen a few work at writing, I’ve also seen others come and go, make goals but not fulfill them, and write as a hobby and not as a commitment.
When I make a friend, I commit to that friendship. I expect certain things in return. When I committed to facilitate a group of writers, I was hoping to find that same level.
As I said in the beginning, I’m really hard on expectations—but mostly I’m hard on myself. So I ask this question? Do you want to dabble in your passion or do you want to become the committed writer and experience the possibilities?