I was on a plane the other night, flying from New York to Milwaukee. I was thinking about the various things I could do: I could read the book I'd brought, I could re-arrange some stuff on my computer that needed re-arranging, I could finish the to-do list for my next week's client work, I could...
And then I remembered. I could finish writing the article I was working on! It was like remembering I had a present that I hadn't yet opened. I got all excited, pulled out my computer, and began. I dove in; got lost in beauty of language, of crafting a clear bridge from my head, heart and experience to my readers'. The next thing I knew, the pilot was telling me to shut off my computer, and we were close to landing.

I thought to myself, "I really, truly love to write." And, like dominos falling behind the first, other things started making sense to me. For instance, people often ask me how I have the "discipline" to write books. And I've always said some version of, well, it's not that hard, I've got time on planes and trains, or late at night. I just find the time.
But the truth is: I love it. It's fun and gratifying and challenging and extremely fascinating to me, and I love feeling like I'm getting better at it, and I get really excited when I write something in a way that's both clear and true. I most love the sense that I'm offering my reader a gift: of knowledge, of capability, or of insight.
And the next domino was this: how extremely powerful it is to love what you do. I've always felt that to some extent (It's why Jim Collin's "best at, passionate about, drives the economic engine" resonated so deeply with me), but when I recognized how much I love writing, it struck me much more deeply. The love of some endeavor is such an enormously efficacious motivator: you just want to do it whenever you can.
Is there something you love to do? Is it part of your work? Could you make it part of your work?