The word “calling” has always bothered me. I suppose it’s because I have a hard time distinguishing between what it is that’s inside me that I should work to bring out, and what it is I feel like doing that day. I love pushing a pen across paper, finding, and waiting for the perfect words to write a story. I would also love to be a Luv-a-Bull. The pull to dance at a Chicago Bulls’ half-time game is as strong as the pull I have to write. You can see why I get confused about calling. Also, I am a Creative Nonfiction writer, which means that the line between what is true and what could be true tends to be blurrier than that Robin Thick song. This is to say I have a great big imagination and it’s not hard for me to believe that if I really want something, I can get it.
Thus begins a rumination on a catch phrase I’m pretty uncomfortable with. Read the rest here.
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