On the first of January, I resolved to write every day of my sabbatical. How am I doing so far? It just so happens – and today is the first day I’ve done the calculation – that I have written exactly 32 “pieces” since the start of my sabbatical. I’m on target. I suppose that making a New Year’s resolution to do something every day that you have always loved – for me, writing anything at all — is not exactly heroic. But I’m not hurting anyone. If I am, please stop reading immediately, accept my sincerest apologies, and move on to Slate.com.
Why did I make this arguably narcissistic resolution in the first place? Here’s a Rumi quote I saw in a yoga studio this week: “Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.” I suppose I am succumbing to that which I truly love. I am letting myself be drawn by the stronger pull. What do you truly love? Can you feel the stronger pull? I have lots of loves – my children, my husband, my mother, my father, my extended family, my friends, reading, writing, exercise, photography… My best days are those on which I devote as many hours as I can to my loves. The next time I examine my calendar, I will recite my new mantra: “Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.” Repeat.