Rather than resolutions, I have set a deadline. I have several “projects” similar to the snow village lined up to do. I have a large ornate framed canvas with an oil painting I don’t like. I only bought the piece for the frame. I picked up a landscape picture about 20 by 40 inches. There are some other things I can’t specifically recall at the moment. Things lurking in the closets and on shelves. I have particular plans for some of the items. Some of the items are still awaiting inspiration. The deadline has to do with actually completing things.
I am going to spend some moments gathering things. I will either complete the project at hand or get rid of the stuff February 1. January 31 is the last day to complete things. Let’s see if I can stick to this plan.
Additionally, I have set the same deadline to unload some excess dishes and kitchen items. With all my talk of decluttering, my kitchen is seldom mentioned. Rather, I continue to add to my packed cabinets. Dishes are like chairs for me. Both represent hospitality and parties and a house full of people visiting. They are occasionally irresistible. Particularly when they match or resemble things from the ancestors’ kitchens.
Another area that remains untouched is my jewelry collection. I don’t have any real stuff beyond a few rings and a pair or two of earrings. I have piles of costume jewelry, though. Some of it has to go. And not to my daughter’s house. She says it will go to the prop room at the school theater. I’m not sure it will make it there. She likes to collect as much as I do.
I intend to keep this scheduled deadline for several reasons. I want to resolve past projects. Either finish or eliminate them. I want to spend time working on the yard in February and March. I am supposed to have a particular visitor coming in February as well. By May, I will be fully engaged with another new Dream. This one a Texas Dream.
Incentive and motivation are so important in my venture. The incentive is increased physical space, less cleaning, easier cleaning, more energy, more free time, less wasting of mental energy on indecision. Motivation is preparing for the new generation before they get going on their feet.
I have a slight hope that eliminating distractions will force me to write. Not this babbling. Not my journal scribbling. I need to focus and write the stories. Write the tales that haunt my dreams and drift in memories. Write the tales that will be unfolding in the coming years. Write the tales I want my grands to read. Tales that will show them who we are. Show them the toughness and the love that brought us to this point in this race of beings.
Yes. I would say I have incentive and motivation to meet my self-imposed deadline. Now, if I can just pay attention long enough to get it done!
Happy New Year. May all our plans be guided by a Greater Hand and be filled with His Love.
I am always reading self-improvement things. Books, blogs, magazine articles, whatever. Always seeking a magical answer. The question isn’t really clear. I cannot find a magical answer if I don’t know the magical question.
One concept I have often read about is breaking down the project into manageable tasks. I am a very organized person. I always think about projects and plan them in what I believe is the most sensible and efficient order.
Then, I begin said project. I follow the plan. The problem seems to be that I believe I can do more than I can do. I overextend myself. I get halfway through and run out of time and/or energy.
I don’t know if I am just trying to do too much or if I am not planning a well as I think or what. I just know I end up with a mess to clean up and a project not completed the way I imagined. It is finally sinking in that I need to not only think of the project in steps, but I need to do the project in steps and stages. Don’t try to change my entire world on Friday evening and Saturday afternoon.
The next chapter of this saga is about purpose. I plan a project. I think about the area I want to improve. I set about the stages of the project. I realize I am only trying to distract myself from something else. I get bored because it is being done for the wrong reason.
If I have a project to complete, I don’t have to think about not achieving the real goals. I can fool myself into thinking I am busy taking care of important issues. But, only for a little while.
Suddenly, the curtain is drawn back and the truth comes out. The great Oz is a fraud and a fake. The truth is in the ruby slippers always with me. Just get on with it. The way is there. Stop following someone else’s yellow brick road and get back to home base. Get centered and grounded and back on the real track.
I have set myself a task and a deadline to meet it. He is backing me 100%. He is my partner in this life and my champion, too. Together, we will get me where I need to be. Following my own brick road. Not the yellow one.
It is finally sinking in. I must be true to myself. I must follow my own path. I must stop trying to take part in things I care nothing about. Most of all, I must stop running away from my destiny. The line in a movie that haunts me and my son: find and fulfill your destiny. Perhaps, it isn’t so hard to find after all.
Keep paying attention. Keep listening to my instincts. Keep battling the fear. Keep pushing back the mindless distractions. Keep pursuing life and destiny and love and truth.