What would you do?

I saw the prompt the other day about what job you would do for free. My first thought was to write, since I’m already doing it for free.

I would love a situation where I could just do that, where I didn’t have to work for money. There really is no way of getting around that, though.

But writing will continue one way or another. My mind stayed up late rolling through things, writing in my head. I was preparing an eulogy I know I would never agree to give. It was all based around one word, and something I know my mother would never approve of.

But it made me laugh, too. I was reminded of so many Easter Sundays as an adult, being dragged to her church. Some sermons seemed a little too pointed toward us and our lack of faith. And one sermon just seemed way too long based on one word. I kept thinking to myself, “Is that the right word? How do you know that was the intent or the context of the original scripture? You are pulling out one word from a text that keeps getting translated over and over.”

But sometimes, that is what we do. We take things out of context or focus on one word that has meaning to us in a different way based on our experiences.

That is what I do when I write. I take a word I see from someone else, and I expand on it or take it into a totally different direction. I share my feelings on a thought. Maybe the word triggered me in some way.

Either way, it helps bring order to the chaos, and I will continue on, no matter the lack of money involved in the work. Because the work has always been for me.