The point of being done is not to finish
but to get other things done.
Failure counts as done.
So do mistakes.
Posts tagged "procrastination"
Necessary
This is a course in miracles. It is a required course. Only the time you take it is voluntary. Free will does not mean that you can establish the curriculum. It means only that you can elect what you want to take at a given time. The course does not aim at teaching the meaning of love, for that is beyond what can be taught. It does aim, however, at removing the blocks to the awareness of love’s presence, which is your natural inheritance. The opposite of love is fear, but what is all-encompassing can have no opposite. – A Course in Miracles
Sour Grapes
I have been locked out of my blog. The tragedy lies in the identity of the culprit.
I cannot join the chorus of complaints about middling web hosting services and technological glitches; not even can I lay the blame at the corporate feet of the perennially incompetent Time Warner Cable. I haven’t any tales of Prim infiltration by Putin’s Russian hackers. No, I am the problem. My choking perfectionism precludes me from even making a start.
I soothe the pain of procrastination, of abandoned passion, with mental manipulation, my favorite being that I am not meant to be a writer. Negating my history—my absence of memory sans the written word, my first grade story writing, the engraving of words upon my mind—I tell myself that this writing thing is but a folly. Worse, I may even want to be a writer purely for ego gratification, for the cool and the cred of the writer image.
My excuses are but crippling untruths. I am sad living without writing.
I want to let myself back in.
Kinda Wobbly, Aren’t Ya?
Yes, I am still a little wobbly. I do not have a clear vision for this blog. I am unsure of the types of posts that I want to write. I am unsure of how often I should post. I am unsure of my designation as writer. And still, this uncertainty is preferable to the sentence I served in writer’s block, bound by fear and self-doubt and inaction. A pair of posts may not seem like much, and yet, I’ve had to blink a baker’s dozen times to make sure that I am not dreaming.
Better Late Than New Year
I possess a propensity for procrastination—a fancy-pants, alliterative way of saying that I tend to put things off…and off and off.
My resolution for 2015 was to start a blog. I entered the blogosphere a good ten years ago, enamored with the everyday folk who shared their passions and processes and dreams (and mess-ups) with the world.