You’ve seen them—those signs advising that a restaurant or retail store is, yup, opening soon. In fact, you’ve seen them day after day, week after week, and month after month. Sometimes, yup, even year after year.
I can now totally relate to that. It seems as if “Forever Poi” has been “forever coming soon”. <LMAO>
There are times when I want to smack my head into a brick wall. Never, ever, has it taken me this long to get a project completed. Never, ever, have I “lollygagged” (what a great word) when it comes to my passion of writing.
Okay, okay, it’s not that I’ve truly been lollygagging. It’s that I’ve been finding it difficult to find [sufficient] time to work on my labor-of-love, a fact I’ve shared, ad nauseam. Another reason to smack my head. Maybe the action will put a stop to that sense of madness, the kind you experience when too many disruptions/diversions distract from the ability to get something urgent, significant, or special done.
But, as they say, everything in its own sweet time. So what if my e-book is behind a year? It’ll get there. So what if my blog isn’t where I want it to be? It’ll get there. So what if I’ve not been able to network, promote or market as I’d like to (dream of)? It’ll [all] get there.
Patience, as they also say, is a virtue. I readily acknowledge, however, that I am not very virtuous (though it genuinely is at the top of the personal-development plan). <LOL>
I’ve returned to to-do lists. Small ones. Workable ones. This week’s list encompasses:
- researching formatters / cover designers
- writing an interview (maybe two)
- doing another installment of “Odd Woman Out”
- continuing with Facebook Triple Threat Investigation Agency posts
- learning something new, even if only a valuable tidbit (as opposed to a Timbit, which is a good [and very yummy] thing, too).
<LOL> You know, I should indulge in copious amounts of caffeine more often: this post has been a breeze to pen. It’s amazing how jazzed you feel, as if you truly can truly do anything.
Here’s to always opening sooner than later, my friends.
. . . Now, where’d I put that can of Red Bull?