What is it about the love/hate relationships in our lives that make us so passionate about things? Is it the push and pull of emotion? The depths of the two opposite emotions? The reward that balances out the work?
Some of my love/hate relationships:
Exercise: I'm not talking about a walk on the beach, I'm talking about purposefully strapping on my trainers and hitting the elliptical until sweat drips down my neck. I hate it. And yet, when it's over, I love that I've done it. And by that point, I've vowed to do it again the following day, even though I know when I wake up the next morning I'll be thinking of 15 different reasons to skip the day's workout altogether.
Food: I love food. Probably in an unnatural way. And yet, I struggle to eat what's good for me, knowing full well that I feel like crap when I eat crap. Why can't pizza, pasta, mac-n-cheese and cake be healthy diet food?
Writing: Does this one shock you? Let me explain. For me, the process of writing isn't enjoyable. Blank pages are hard for me to fill. I push through each one like it's an uphill climb. In the winter. In bare feet. But once I get those first pages done, I thrive on the revising and the layering and the fleshing out of those bare story bones. I'd almost rather revise someone else's stuff. Ultimately, the finished story makes it all worthwhile and makes me willing to go through it once again for another story.
What are your love/hate relationships?