We can do many wrong things for the right reasons just as easily as we can do the right things for the wrong reasons.
I thought of this when some of us had a conversation about picking medicine as a career. There are many who choose it thinking that it will bring prestige and pride while others come to it after a process of elimination. Maybe all of those factors are sustainable for some people but.... I don't know. I worry that basing such a large choice off of those will only lead to dissatisfaction later down the line.
Same goes for writing novels and blogging. I can see how they seem fun and glamorous. Heck, I can even understand when some of my friends accuse me of not working while I am writing.
But when people do either (or both) of these for some type of external benefit, I think they are missing out on the true value. Awhile back, Laura had a wonderful quote about what it truly means to be a writer: going through this process, day in and day out, because the process itself provides the fulfillment. Not the compliments from outsiders. Not the goal of fame and publication.
But the deed and all of its hardships.
The thing is, loving the actual process of anything will make the low points worthwhile. Whether it's rejections, dead ends, doubt from self or others, each one can be overcome because it will not be the source of motivation.
For so long, I thought I had to explain this to people who asked me "what my writing will amount to." (There was a point in time where I was dejected at "not doing anything.")
Eventually, I thought I could, and should, make them understand that nothing else matters when I'm in front of the keyboard, that certain parts of me crawl out of their hiding places when I read a beautiful paragraph.
But you know what? It's not for everyone to understand. That's why there is an amazing blogging community of writers who already know. My time is better spent improving my craft and most all, relishing the process.
The thing is, people don't have to always get "it."
(That "it" can be a relationship, work of art, weekend plan...anything.)
(Also thought of this when one of my friends told me her family doesn't understand why she enjoys hiding in her room for hours to sew.)
All we can do is find solace in those who are in our boat and continue on our path, grateful to have found such an empowering sense of nourishment.