I needed a plan. And I realized this with a pain and a sadness and the most loneliness I had ever felt before, that no one was going to help me
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Do What You Want To Do
Concerns about making a ton of money, achieving fame or notoriety, or making it big in your industry—concerns you have at 50, aren’t important at 70.
There Are 100 Days Left in 2023. Time for a Project?
What habit or practice, could I start now and keep doing for the next hundred days that would give me a small but definite jolt of accomplishment on New Year’s Eve?
We Are All Looking At Each Other, Trying To Figure Out How To Live
We look or read about other people’s lives to see if they have a better way of doing it: a cooler way, a more fun way, a more meaningful, transcendent, spiritual, healthy, perfect way.
This Blog Is Ten Years Old
This blog is 10 years old this month. Who knew?? I didn’t even realize it until yesterday. I was reading through the archives of a blog I just discovered. The author’s archives went back to 2012. It made me wonder how far mine went back, so I checked. And lo and behold, February of … Continue reading This Blog Is Ten Years Old
Giving Up Procrastination For Lent
I was going to do something for Lent, but never got around to deciding what. I don’t want to “give up” anything; I want to add something. I want a new challenge, a new activity, a new project. I did the digital declutter in January and started a book club in February, now I really … Continue reading Giving Up Procrastination For Lent
I Think I’m Done
On July 1st I started writing my book here in short blog posts. This was “Step 1” in the strategy to overcome my resistance to putting my work out there. The plan was to use my blogging streak to chunk out the book. And you know what? I think I’m done. Today when I sat … Continue reading I Think I’m Done
Where I Went Wrong
I always thought I would be discovered. I thought some teacher or adult would tell me what I should be when I grew up. I thought somebody would see my hidden talents and out me. Tell me,“You’re special.” Or at least: “You’re so good at that.” At the time I didn’t care what they said, … Continue reading Where I Went Wrong