I’ve learned to listen to the weather report daily. I’ve also learned to consult my priorities frequently. I have to know what is, and what is not absolutely essential for living a good life. I have to always ask, whether this thing I’m doing or planning to do is essential.
When I involve myself in the inessentials, it turns disastrous–as if I’m standing out in the middle of a hurricane. I should have stocked up on food and water, hunkered down in an interior room, barred the doors, shut the windows and blinds, and waited, even through the lull, for the storm to fully subside.
It’s essential that I eat healthy (that takes planning and cooking time). I must do daily physical therapy exercises, and get sufficient sleep/rest. In addition, I need:
- focused time for my work (in my case, writing is my work–as well as my pleasure);
- enjoyable hours with the people I most love, and enough time to talk about everything we need to talk about;
- some fun–the party, pageantry and joy that come from celebrating weekends, holidays, festivals and life events (but not too many of them!).
- solitary time for renewal.
For the past month I’ve been between major writing projects. My memoir was finished; I hadn’t fully entered the novel we’ve been planning. It was something like planning for a vacation–we talked about it, made notes and packed up what we’d need. Now we’re going. This means, I’ll be posting fewer blogs.
Because for me, the storm never really subsides.It’s always out there, threatening to blow me off course. I’ve learned. I simply cannot go out there!
I spent the month of August between writing projects (the writing of the memoir is finished; the writing of the novel is soon beginning). I’ve been having fun blogging, with the intention of making a few new, real connections. I set some specific goals and I met them.
In August my priority was blogging and making new connections, while living. The next months are going to be about writing a novel, while living.
I’ll continue posting 3-4 blog post per month. But the majority of my computer/writing time will be devoted to writing the story, which is set in Nashville/Middle Tennessee. There will be southern food and music, of course, which means the “research” includes fun and recreation with family and with friends.
I’ve found that there is blessing in boundaries. In writing–choosing to stick to a form (a sonnet for example, or an 80,000-word love story) can focus my intentions and make me carefully consider my choices and options. In life, having limitations has served the same purpose.
Without law, order, schedules, priorities & limitations, there is no true freedom. There is only the chaos of being blown around by the prevailing wind.
So, enough sitting at the computer for me. I’ve got a whole lot of living, and just being with my loved ones, to do. I’ll catch up with you next week. Until then, have a blessed one!
Is there anything in your life that you’re cutting back on, to give attention to other priorities?