Writing into Space
A good friend, who I’ve never met in person, writes a newsletter. After three years of weekly publication, he’s taking some time off to decide his future direction. Is anyone reading his newsletters? Does anyone notice that he recently missed two straight weeks of publication? He’s not so sure.
I can identify with where he is now. I wonder if anyone reads what I write. Sometimes I do get feedback, but other times I feel that I’m talking into the wind.
Yet, that’s OK much of the time. I enjoy writing. I get insights into life from time to time, and I enjoy sharing them with others. I find that when I write and share just for the sheer joy of it I don’t expect or even care if I get feedback. And writing about what I’m thinking brings me greater insight than just thinking. I feel inspired, wiser than I am. Connected to God.
But there are times when I feel frustrated, wondering if I’m just throwing energy into the universe, while accomplishing nothing. Deep inside, I know that the energy I put out does contrihute. I must remember that it isn’t important for me to know to whom and how I’m contributing, as long as I know that the act of sharing my insights is a contribution in itself. Still, it is nice to get some feedback.
Jerry