Today’s post is a late one.
I did the difficult thing first.
I cleaned the coop, found the eggs, chased the chickens, walked the dogs and ate.
That was the fun part.
The difficult part was waiting to write.
Waiting?
Well, not really waiting in the strictest sense.
Instead, I had to spend some time waking up.
I woke up agitated. It wasn’t anything from anyone, but I woke up just hot headed.
I was committed for quite some time to writing first thing in the morning.
I’m also letting things slide a bit. I don’t want to write with a hot headed urgency.
Instead, I waited for things to come together for me.
It took hours.
That was the difficult thing - moving through the agitation.
I moved - walked dogs, chased the chickens, cleaned coop, collected horse shit, drove the truck, fixed the brakes - no matter what I kept moving. My little agitated motor whirred with glee.
Here it is almost four thirty in the afternoon and here I sit - finishing off my post for today.
I’ve also written posts for tomorrow AND Tuesday.
They fell out of me.
The next few posts are about endurance, intention, thrill seeking and being bonked out with exhaustion.
What’s difficult for you?
Do you like to begin smooth then finish rough?
Or, do you like to rock your way through the tough stuff and finish smoothly?
My small Volvo (which I only drive in summer) is nearing 100,000 miles. Accordingly, it is ready for a major service, which would be huge cost at the Volvo shop. I purchased all the pieces over the winter and finally dove into the work last week.
I hope the service doesn't take me all summer to complete. I'm not as fast as I used to be, and being a bit hobbled with senior citizen woes, getting down on the creeper is almost as difficult as getting up.
My hopes for beginning a new routine of writing every morning will need to wait.
Thanks for sharing your experience with putting off writing. You've helped me tremendously!