Such a winsome image, those beautiful beach people. Gathered around a fire at sunset, lifting their
glasses bottles to the good life. No work and all joy.
In some ways, it’s better than being there. We don’t see the flies, or the wind, or the people that hauled the wood and ice chests. Or the cleaning up. A production crew took care of those things, spending the day (or several) to film that short clip. The end product was worth the work and bother.
I knew then that we needed to schedule a beach trip. We’ll do swatting work, and the hauling work, and the cleaning up after too. Not as beautifully (or as effortlessly) as the images on television, but worth it. Because when you live it, when the experience is real, there is satisfaction. (Okay, unless it rains. This is Oregon.)
Effort is no bad thing, I remind myself. There’s much work, seen by no one, to make a lovely finished book. I can sigh and roll my eyes and lament about how much I have to do. Or I can tell myself that this book is definitely worth the work and bother.
I’m liking this reminder from Debbie Ridpath Ohi. Work is not my enemy and my goodness, I even have readers waiting to buy. I am absolutely luckier than I think. Besides, there are always things to fret about, no matter how successful you are.