Welp, summer is over for realskies (I know the actual Equinox isn’t for a few weeks now, but in my world, back-to-school = Fall is here).
I also know that it’s more than halfway through 2015, but back-to-school for my daughter (grade three…yeesh) makes me think about reevaluating my own personal goals.
It’s too chilly to go swimming at the lake and there’s a certain feeling of routine that comes about in Fall for me. It makes me want to buckle down.
Were you with me at the start of the year with goal-setting? (If not, you can check out the post here)
While I’m not a big fan of the idea of New Year’s Resolutions, I do tend to set intentions for the year and this year was a doozy.
I pledged to write every day of 2015.
Since this is an accountability moment for me (and for you, if you’re in), it would be well within your rights to ask me, “Er, did you write every day this year so far?”
To which I would reply, “Kinda…”
- If you’ll recall in my initial grand proclamation, I wanted to write every day with a general leaning towards a larger body of work (ie. a book).
Have I written a book?
No. No, I have not.
Have I written each and every day?
Sorry. Oops. Nope. Forgive?
I have, however, written large quantities of words.
Words, words, words.
- At the start of the year (and right up until Marchish) I posted a blog a day.
It was an interesting exercise that I eventually found onerous.
I’m not writing about current events here. I’m mostly writing about shit I’ve learned along the way.
As much as I’d love to say that I learn something new every day, sometimes that something new isn’t really that interesting (for me to write or for you to read, so say the analytics).
So, where does that leave my 2015 Goal?
Can I tell you a secret?
For all my spiritual posturing, I’m actually kind of a malcontent.
I’ve been stewing in discontent for a little while now.
Maybe it’s because my baby is finally sleeping through the night or because we’ve settled in our new house, but I’ve been feeling it creeping it.
And you know what? I’m super duper grateful for my discontent. It’s telling me that it’s time to move.Be grateful for your discontent. It's here to tell you that it's time to move. Click To Tweet
I started thinking about this book that I’ve been “meaning to write” (which actually means that I’ve been thinking about writing it, starting to write it, outlining it, but never actually writing it).
What’s been stopping me?
My Top Three Fears about Writing a Book (and what I’m doing to work with them):
- The length. I crap out after about the length of a blog
Here’s the thing about length. A chapter is about as long as blog post
- I don’t know what to write about
I write about stuff all the time. Mostly the stuff I’ve fucked up and what I’ve learned from it.
- I’m not as good of a writer as I like to think I am
There’s nothing to be done for it except take comfort in the fact that most art is created in the face of near-crippling terror that it all sucks
So, I’m back on the goal-wagon.
I am going to trick myself by writing a bunch of blog posts about the same topic (but not for publication just yet).
I am going to write this book if it kills me (which I hope it doesn’t do because I have yet to attack the grown up task of preparing a will.
Mostly, I wanna know what your goals are? What are your intentions? Are they the same as they were at the start of the year? Have they evolved? Are you off the wagon for good or did you manage to stay on this whole time? Comment below and tell us what you do to get back on track (or stay on track the whole time)!