Periodically, I decide to get my life together. That’s not as down-on-me as it may sound, because I think a lot of us do it this way. We come with a plan, we follow it (or not) and we end up hopefully doing a little better than we were before. And then we gather our strength and try again.
It’s been a few months of severe disruption here, and it shows. My room is a mess, I’ve regained some of the weight I’d lost, and I haven’t even tried to write fiction in…well, a bit. A while. A long while.
Whatever. It is what it is.
For February, a bunch of online friends are doing a productivity challenge. Nothing too formal–we are all in different places on what we want to work on, let alone how much time we actually have to commit.
But I have, and so have committed to spend, an hour a day to work on my writing or my website.
Yeah, this website. That’s been…what, off-white? for ages? That doesn’t even have all my books posted on it?
Okay, maybe it’s been rough for a lot longer than the last few months. But little steps can lead to big progress. I know it to be true. Bit by bit, if I’m consistent, I can get somewhere.
Ahh, consistency…if I just had that, I would have everything else. But the only way to develop it is to do the thing. Every day, or close to it. Something I am so not good at. Something I will keep trying to learn.
Occasional consistency is so much better than no consistency, right?
Right?
I got a new desk. I’m hopeful that it will help me move more and have more energy.
Onwards.