Like me, you have probably heard a variation of the expression, “Do what you love, and you will never work a day in your life.” I have always scoffed because wouldn’t we all make that choice? Unfortunately, reality dictates that we have bills to pay and must choose jobs that (hopefully) make ends meet.

For a couple of days this week, I finally understood what that expression meant – and that’s the damnable misery of it all. I attended a seminar about business writing. While the topic may have been geared toward business, the subject matter was writing. I felt invigorated and inspired. I had an opportunity to create, to learn. It was wonderful.

And then I returned to work on Thursday.

It is disappointing to finally know what it is you should be doing with your life and not be able to do it. I am not whining. This is an acknowledgement. I know there are people right now who are in this situation and will likely always be in it. They are talented. They are smart. They just did not win life’s lottery. So, they will spend their days emptying your garbage, cleaning your office, preparing your tax return, teaching your children, et cetera.

I try not to be so melancholy in my blog posts. It’s just tough sometimes. What do we do?

Well, we write a blog post at 1:30 a.m. because we cannot sleep. We pick up a pen and work on the story that will not leave the brain. We raise a paint brush and put paint to canvas. We create for our own sake.

We keep pushing forward because we have no other choice. On your death bed, do you want to regret that you never wrote that story or painted that picture? Who cares if no one else in the world ever reads it? Who cares if you are not published? Sometimes, all we have are the few moments where no one dictates to us. We control this little world in our imaginations.

I may be depressed about my job or other things in life. I refuse to let anyone take away my imagination. It’s free, and it’s all I have. It’s all you have too. Keep writing.