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