Today I commit to doing something I love, I will write. Funny, one would think doing something we love would not take much effort, but any wordsmith will tell you writing is work, quality writing is hard work.

As to love, I used to believe one shouldn’t have to work at it if it is real love. As it happened, time, experience, and periods of emptiness have shown how misguided my thinking was. Love takes practice, and like all rewarding endeavors, working hard at it reveals riches beyond the grasp of emotionalism or laziness.