If you were the last person on Earth, no one was left to impress, would you still do the things you do today?
This is the question Steven Pressfield asks in the book “The War of Art.”
I’ve been thinking about it ever since I read the last paragraph on the train yesterday. Would I still go to the gym a few times a week if I had no one to admire my hot ass, sculpted obliques and toned legs? Strength would still be an asset, but part of the reason I like my gym is the people in the classes and having a leader to follow rather than winging it on my own (and not pushing myself hard enough).
I’d have no reason to be a journalist, if I had no one to report the news to. But I think I would still like storytelling. I make up stories for my own entertainment all the time. I can’t imagine I’d stop doing that. In fact, I’d probably do more of it.
I also think it would be super fun to break into West Elm and Anthropologie and find beautiful things for my home and to wear. I wouldn’t have anyone to like my selfies, but that doesn’t mean I’d have to look a mess – especially if I keep working on my abs and arms.
Spoiler alert: If you would keep doing your thing if no one could admire you for it, you’ve found your passion. So, would you keep being a painter, writer, baker, candlestick maker?
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.