tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340378630266926736.post4192198422887296630..comments2024-02-28T05:15:06.305-06:00Comments on Tabatha L. Johnson: Doing What You Love (or: If You Don't Love It, You Only Have Yourself to Blame)Scott A. Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00401840261793826042noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340378630266926736.post-1479150996244977562010-11-06T06:06:30.045-05:002010-11-06T06:06:30.045-05:00You rock, my friend.You rock, my friend.Nikkihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08655631136506380324noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340378630266926736.post-46677615664602864942010-10-25T01:40:59.100-05:002010-10-25T01:40:59.100-05:00I wish I could count the many times I have repeate...I wish I could count the many times I have repeated what you said about doing what makes you happy - not miserable. I too have been blessed in that I found two things I love doing - teaching and writing. And no matter how bad or tired I may feel - when I start doing either of those two things there is a happy dance happening inside of me. <br />On more than one occasion I have told people that ifLeadiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05680058144553894051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340378630266926736.post-86943222527131724922010-10-14T15:23:39.762-05:002010-10-14T15:23:39.762-05:00"If you hate it so much, stop doing it."..."If you hate it so much, stop doing it." I couldn't agree more but to some people I guess being with someone and miserable is better than being alone. I never understood the logic but to each their own. <br /><br />"And I'm not siding with either one, as they both seem to do a good job making each other unhappy. Your life partner, spouse, girlfriend/boyfriend, Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12883196958221333315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340378630266926736.post-14921808958144154582010-10-11T22:00:11.789-05:002010-10-11T22:00:11.789-05:00"See, writing is supposed to be fun. It'..."See, writing is supposed to be fun. It's a release, a joyful expression of the self. [...] No one forces you to do it, no one puts a gun to your head and says "You MUST write!" and then flogs you when you don't. It should be something that you look forward to doing every day, something that you contemplate sneaking time from work to do, something that enflames your Kristina Elyse Butkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16141837110828435955noreply@blogger.com