I recently wrote a blog post entitled Passion Play:  Part One.  As the title suggests, I had every intention of writing Part Two.  The topic was so alive and compelling to me, I could feel Part Two writing itself.

Since then, I’ve been drafting and re-drafting to no avail.  It just doesn’t feel right to write it.

This has me thinking about the commitments we make and how we choose to honor them.

When something is alive for me, it feels effortless.  When it’s not, it falls flat.  It just sits there, quiet and still and bored.

Writing Part One was like a leaf gliding on a summer breeze. The words flowed and the ideas came together easily.  It took me 20 minutes to write.

Writing Part Two has been like running through Jell-O.  It’s clearly not alive for me right now, yet I made a public commitment to write it.  Dilemma.

Does this sound familiar?  When did you last commit to something, then realize when the time came to act that your heart wasn’t in it?  What did that feel like?

We put so much pressure on ourselves to follow through, to keep our word, to avoid letting people down.  And that pressure often has us doing things that just don’t feel quite right.

I believe that this is an enormous drain.  It keeps us from freely sharing our best effort, our most sincere attention and our most alive selves with the world around us.  That’s a hefty price to pay.

So I decided to write this post  instead and honor what’s alive in me.  And it  feels more like leaf gliding than a run through Jell-O.