It’s Tuesday night, I’m the only one awake, and my mind is going non-stop. Â Everything I want to do…photography, writing, drawing, Etsy. Â I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. Â More than a lot; I’m preoccupied with it. Â I feel like I’m on a treadmill, running, running, running, but not getting anywhere. Â Not because of any physical obstacles, just because I am my own worst enemy. Â I think of my goal list, my to do list, my self challenge list and when I think about each thing individually it doesn’t look so daunting, but when I start to combine them and figure out the when and where of it all I feel like Sisyphus doomed to roll a boulder up the hill for eternity. Â Never ending. Â
So in an effort to actually get somewhere my dear friend Thauna and I are committing ourselves to actually work on what we say we are going to do one day. Â And to keep ourselves accountable we are updating weekly. Â My agenda doesn’t cut it, hopefully this will. Â I know I can’t do it all. Â I know I need to lose my perfectionist “Do it all. Â Do it perfect.” ways in order to get get just something done. Anything done. Â I know this will be a learning experience about myself as well. Â Other than that, I’m going by the seat of my pants. Â But with a few stipulations…
Write. Â I can’t quite describe it but I see things in a certain way in my mind….dates, days, weeks, months, tasks, deadlines. Â Even though I can see everything on a timeline in my head and it makes perfect sense to me, I need to see it on paper. Â I need to categorize, prioritize, notate, and accomplish.
Challenge. Â Just to get the creative juices flowing, doing something, even just one thing each week, that I wouldn’t normally do. Â Take a step outside my comfort zone.
Accept. Â Everything is a work in process. Â Nothing is perfect. Â Things take time and what I think is finished now may be something I end up coming back to later. Â
Reflect: Â What do I want to be doing? Â Am I doing that? Â Am I moving closer to my goals? Â Are my goals changing? Â When I was little I always said I wanted to be an artist when I grew up. Â I still do, but what does that mean to my adult self?
Just do. Â
As much as this is about getting things done, it’s about who I am as a person. Â Not a wife, not a mom, just Lizzi.
Until next Tuesday…