Writing Is Like Breathing


Writing is like breathing. ¬†I have to do it to live. I don’t recall when I became interested in expression through words. Speaking is one thing. ¬†Writing is another.

I’ve done a lot of both.

From work in broadcast journalism, print journalism, on-air newscaster, and amateur poet, I’ve done a fair share of writing and speaking. Sometimes I wonder what I’m doing working as a nurse. I should write about it.

Being away from the workforce for these past 2 weeks has caused me to think more about what I’m doing in this world. Without getting too deep into it, I’ll say the primary thing that’s him home the hardest is this — I’m not really satisfied with myself when I’m not busy.

I have 10 more years before I turn 65. Ten years to work. Write. Speak.

These next 10 are going to be the best years of my life. I’m healthy (except for my hemorrhoids) and rich. Rich by 3rd world standards, at least.

Come June 1st, it’s time to start a new life. Gone are the old days of working 3 days a week. Now it’s five. I’ll be up at 5 a.m. to read and write. Off to work at 6 a.m. to arrive ready for action at 6:30 a.m.

I realize it is action I need, and and working in a busy environment provides me with the stimulation and the offers a significant challenge. I like a challenge. I have never backed down from a challenge.

One big challenge ahead is the need to inspire people. Not 100% sure at this writing how I’ll accomplish that, but I do know I’ve been given the directive to provide leadership, and I fully intend to fully engage with my teammates.

As I exhale, I realize I’ve just written another post. Which is meaningful to me, because when I sat down to write, I had no idea what my topic would be. Now I know.

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