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I think I have a problem
I think I'm addicted to lists.
I was blathering on yesterday to Jared about how overwhelmed I was with the things that need to get done- and I mean really blathering on and on and on and verging on moping (and he took it like a good husband lol). Finally I ended it all with a sad little: "I need to make lists."
It's so true though- there's so much going on, so much I need to do and take care of, so much in life and in publishing and in love and in etcetera that if I try to look at all of it at once I want to crawl under the covers and hide.
Well, that won't do. So I've got to make lists, and a tentative (REALISTIC) schedule. And I've got to get this stuff done, or at least started.
This is the thing about being a proud-and-out-loud dreamer, and doing lots of awesome things- you really have to stop yourself from thinking too much about how you're going to get it all done. Cause that's where doubt sneaks in. That's where evil little tendrils of darkness slither between the cracks and dislodge the cornerstones of your faith. Sounds weird, I know, but I do a better job when I'm not thinking about how.
I guess it's like dancing. Even in ballroom-style dances with specific steps, one dances best when they just go with it. If they start thinking about where their feet are, it's over.
But, you know, now that I've looked, it's looming over me and I can't look away. So I shall tame the beat by breaking it into pieces and listing each THING that needs to be done. Thus, victory shall be mine.
MINE.
Okay, that's my Friday rant. ;D
I was blathering on yesterday to Jared about how overwhelmed I was with the things that need to get done- and I mean really blathering on and on and on and verging on moping (and he took it like a good husband lol). Finally I ended it all with a sad little: "I need to make lists."
It's so true though- there's so much going on, so much I need to do and take care of, so much in life and in publishing and in love and in etcetera that if I try to look at all of it at once I want to crawl under the covers and hide.
Well, that won't do. So I've got to make lists, and a tentative (REALISTIC) schedule. And I've got to get this stuff done, or at least started.
This is the thing about being a proud-and-out-loud dreamer, and doing lots of awesome things- you really have to stop yourself from thinking too much about how you're going to get it all done. Cause that's where doubt sneaks in. That's where evil little tendrils of darkness slither between the cracks and dislodge the cornerstones of your faith. Sounds weird, I know, but I do a better job when I'm not thinking about how.
I guess it's like dancing. Even in ballroom-style dances with specific steps, one dances best when they just go with it. If they start thinking about where their feet are, it's over.
But, you know, now that I've looked, it's looming over me and I can't look away. So I shall tame the beat by breaking it into pieces and listing each THING that needs to be done. Thus, victory shall be mine.
MINE.
Okay, that's my Friday rant. ;D