It’s Friday, February 9 and we’re 40 days into 2018.
For now, I will withhold my judgement on the year.
I will, however, offer it a warning…
Or at least review and take an assessment of how I’m doing.
How I’m doing is remaining very busy.
I’ll be honest, there are too many things on my to-do list.
True, there always are.
But I found myself last weekend trying to find just a small window of “free” time to get some things done around the house.
It wasn’t easy.
Don’t get me wrong. There are few things on my calendar that I didn’t allow to be put there in the first place. I’m not blaming anyone other than myself.
But you’re probably not here for me to write another introspective post about how much I have to do or how I’m going to manage to get it all done.
Then again, maybe you are, which would be kind of sad.
What I will say is that I’m finding this whole concept of writing ten blog posts a week to be a huge challenge (here and at Historic Occasions).
Sure it’s easy when we have snow days, and I don’t have rehearsals.
I’m not giving up yet. Even if my posts are just coming by here to talk about how much I have to do and how much I’m not getting done.
See, I’m still struggling with this whole writing for income thing. All of the experts tell me it can be done, and I’m sure it can. I just am not there yet. Partially because I don’t have 6-8 hours a day available to just spend on writing and promotion.
I suppose I could find the time, but I’m rather fond of sleep.
So, unless Publisher’s Clearing House shows up at my door…and heaven knows I’ve given them directions often enough…then I’m going to continue to struggle with this whole concept of getting things done.
I mean, I have my plans for what I want to be doing.
But if a tree falls in the yard and the dog and I hear it (and see it), then I’ve got to figure out how to get rid of the remains (Need a tree stump? Hit me up).
Or when the furnace goes out, or the water heater stops working, or [insert the latest pain in your behind here] happens, then the perfect schedule gets derailed.
Don’t get me wrong, in my almost six decades (sigh), I’m full aware of the concept that life happens and plans have to change.
That doesn’t mean I have to like it.
So, here’s the deal.
I’ve got a full weekend coming up. Part of which will involve the collecting of Mardi Gras beads and consuming more food and alcohol than is in my daily allotment.
We’ll also be finding the time to celebrate the youngest turning eighteen, and considering all that comes along with that.
And there’s church…and rehearsals…and…
Well, you get the point.
I can sit here and type out my frustrations, and I suppose you could read a little bit of that into this post.
Or, I can take a deep breath, consider what I can get done, consider that doesn’t really have to be done, and figure out when the hell I’m going to do the rest.
So, put that on the list as well.
Things will get done. What those things are may change. But, they’ll get done.
Everybody take a deep breath.
Now, let’s get on with it.
See you Monday.