*sigh* I wish I could follow up PC's great post yesterday with something as profound. *nervous laugh* I gave it my best shot.
Kiss today goodbye.
And point me toward tomorrow.
We did what we had to do.
Won't forget, can't regret
What I did for love.
~~ "What I Did for Love" lyric by Edward Kleban from A Chorus Line
Southerners have a very unique New Year's Day menu: ham, corn bread, black-eyed peas, rice and collard greens. There's an old saying that if you eat poor on New Year's, you'll eat fat the rest of the year. While I have some pounds to lose, I'm all for eating fat in the metaphorical sense.
Black-eyed peas and collard greens are supposed to bring good luck -- black-eyed peas because they look like little coins and they swell when cooked (supposedly a sign of prosperity) and collard greens because they're green -- like money! Somewhere I even read that wearing red panties on New Year's Day is supposed to bring good luck. Who knew?
And so what does this have to do with A Chorus Line ? The show's storyline revolves around a group of dancers at an audition -- dancers who lay it on the line for a few coveted spots in a Broadway show. At one point a dancer is injured and carried off the stage. The director asks the rest what they will do when they can't dance any longer. "What I Did for Love" is their answer. It's a song about the drive that keeps them focused, hopeful and never regretting the sacrifices and hard work.
I'm real cool with the ham, corn bread, black-eyed peas and rice. And if I had a pair of red undies, I'd have worn them on Monday. But collard greens? *shudder* They remind me of something that was raked up in the back yard after the DH has used his spiffy self-propelled Toro mower.
Collard greens start out looking like this.
And they end up looking like this -- just like something you raked up in the back yard and boiled for an hour in a pot with ham, onions and seasonings.
But my DH loves them and I decided this year to complete the New Year's meal with collards. I even tried a spoonful of them. Not bad...but not good either.
Sometimes we step outside our comfort zone because it's what we need to do for ourselves.
Sometimes we step outside our comfort zone because it's an act of kindness for someone we love. Either way, we're doing something we don't really want to and for a good reason. It's something we do for love.
Writing is that way for me sometimes. It's like those icky collard greens. Sometimes I don't like doing it and I don't want to, and I can find closets to clean out and laundry to fold and weeds to pull -- anything to keep from plopping my fanny in the chair and writing. But if I want to sell anything I have to write it first. Once I get into the swing of the project, I remember how much I enjoy doing it. And when a contract comes in the mail, followed by a nice check, I can't forget and can't regret what I did for love.
What have you done for love lately? What's made you get outside your comfort zone and stretch?