Today’s thought starter began taking shape at a poetry reading contest. Every year, thousands of kids around the country memorize three poems and recite them on stage as part of the national Poetry Out Loud competition. I was at one of the earliest rounds, one to choose two winners from just seven high schools in central New Hampshire.
One sophomore girl was head and shoulders above the rest and here’s what I feel made the difference: She loved each poem to the point that she put herself aside and let the heart of the poem speak through her. Each poem she chose was a challenge to memorize; each was quite different from the others; and for each, her persona shifted accordingly.
Her immersion and satisfaction stemmed from a deep affection for her subject.
How often does that happen for you? Often, occasionally, rarely? At work or never at work?
Before we wander down the path of pining for the ideal life, we should ask a more important question: Might it be a good thing that we don’t live in that ideal state all the time? What reasons merit us doing that which is less than ideal?
Why do we give up doing what we love and why might we be better for it? And just to keep the whipsaw action going, that moment of immersion is good for us. Can you describe the last time it happened for you?