When you hear the word “calling,” what comes to mind?
For me, the word used to feel heavy, full of expectations and pressure that made me want to run away as far as possible.
Why, you ask?
Because I had no idea what my calling was. I thought that it would magically make itself known to me if I was patient enough. I figured I’d know as soon as I reached a certain age. Thirteen came and went, and besides the hormones and emotions I couldn’t control, no calling.
16, 18, 21, 30…nothing. Of course, I had my suspicions, but the thought of being a writer was too scary. It went against my practical nature. More importantly, I had no idea what I’d write or who’d want to even read it. And how would I even earn money from this?
Jeff Goins’s book Real Artists Don’t Starve opened my eyes to the possibilities. The book showed me it could be done, though I was still hesitant. Then Steven Pressfield crushed my reservations with The War of Art, his words speaking to me in a way that made me want to try, regardless of whether I failed or not.
Before, I couldn’t define what “calling” meant to my life, but now I know:
Your calling is showing up to do the work that you can’t help but do, day in and day out, no matter how you feel or what’s going on in your life. It’s something you need to do or you’ll die a little inside every day that you don’t pursue this activity. Your calling is an action; it cannot remain in the realm of dreams or wishes.
Do you have a definition of what “calling” means? What’s your calling, and how are you pursuing (or not pursuing) it?
Until next time,