Thirty-some years ago I quit piano lessons because I would not discipline myself to practice. Now I'm a speaker, singer, and writer. This year I've spoken 14 times, and I have four more scheduled, plus two radio interviews. I usually sing during each message, so you could say I've sung that same amount of times this year.
And I write a lot.
But I still hate to practice. I must force myself to go over my message notes or songs or edit my writing.
I love the thrill of the initial creation of a message, an article, or a story. But the perfecting of it is tedious, like polishing the silver or ironing a blouse with seventeen buttons. It. Is. Work. Not fun.
Still, it must be done to have a message that speaks to the heart, a book that changes souls, a song that kisses a frog into a prince.
So, when I'm done writing and posting this, I will gather up my music and practice my songs for this Saturday, when I'm speaking and singing for a lovely group of ladies in Chicago. I think they deserve a well-polished message and kisses-filled songs.
And you? Do you like to practice, edit, polish, and iron? Or like me, must you force yourself? Is the kissing worth it?