I was raised in a culture that believes a person should always be striving to improve. Resting on your laurels or saying things like, “that’s just the way I am” are frowned upon, to say the least. I suppose the lessons took because I am always trying to become a better person–a better mother, a better grandmother, a better sister, a better daughter, a better friend. I’m not sure I actually succeed, but I do try.
The result of my upbringing is that I don’t just make resolutions once a year, I seem to make them all the time. Of course, this helps me not feel guilty if I don’t set New Year’s resolutions, but it’s just a mind trick. I know they’re coming.
Last year, just after my grandkids’ summer visit, I resolved to be more financially prepared for this year’s visit, and I’m happy to say that I managed to pull that one off. We could have used a whole lot more money than we had, of course, but we were better prepared than last year.
This year, I’m resolved to being in better physical shape next year for their visit. Yeah. I know. That one’s going to be tough. It means getting up and hoisting myself onto the treadmill on a regular basis–my only real option since the weather in Florida is brutal most of the year and I don’t do outside.
Getting on the treadmill isn’t tortuous, it’s just boring. I don’t know how people read while walking on a treadmill, I’ve tried, but I can’t focus on the words. I don’t listen to music (long story), and I haven’t found anything on TV that will hold my interest long enough to actually get a walk in. This one’s going to be a real challenge, but unless I take some active steps to change myself by next year, I’m likely to be in worse shape then than I am now, and that is not okay with me.
I’m always setting career goals, too. Write X number of pages every day, or write a chapter every day, or write two or three books in a year. A few years ago, I totally burned myself out trying to keep all the goals I set. and for a while I found it impossible to meet any goals. But throwing my hands up in the air and declaring that to be my new normal isn’t okay in my world, so I’m working on overcoming the burnout and achieving goals again.
In this world of social media, it’s necessary for an author to maintain an active presence on the web, so while other people I know are unplugging, leaving Facebook and Twitter, or slowing down on their Instagram posts, I have to devote a certain number of hours every day to establishing my presence on the web. That’s easier some days than others. My personal life is boring, so I never feel as if I have anything interesting to share.
In spite of that, I committed earlier this year to blog once a week on my professional blog, and I’ve actually made it 31 weeks and counting. (If you’re interested in following that blog, click here.) In fact, I’ve not only managed to write one post a week, many weeks I’ve posted two. I know! I’m impressed too!
Every week I post something there, however, I think of this blog, lying here unattended and feel a pang of guilt. Oh, sure, I could delete this blog and save myself some trouble, but that’s not how things work in my world. And so today, I’ve decided to commit to post once a week on this blog for the rest of the year. It will be interesting to see if I can manage that.
I’ve tried coming up with a theme for my blogs, but that doesn’t seem to work for me. Sharing endless recipes, for example, would bore me to tears. Not to mention that I’d have to figure out ways to take inviting photographs of the food I’m cooking. And besides, with the division of duties VS and I have come up with here in our home, she does the cooking and I do the clean-up, so I’m not actually cooking on a regular basis. Besides, I’m a “variety is the spice of life” kind of person. Too much of anything makes me a bit nuts, with the possible exception of time with my kids and grandkids.
But I digress…(as I often do)
I’ve found a blog challenge on Pinterest that I’m going to try to follow. It’s supposed to be a 31-day challenge, but…let’s get realistic, shall we? We all know that’s not going to happen. So I’m going to use it as a 31-Week challenge and hopefully either be on a roll at the end of 31 weeks or find another challenge to carry me through. The next challenge (see? it’s a sickness) will be to resuscitate my blog that offers tips on writing. I can already feeling that one stirring around inside.
If you’re a blogger, I’d love to how you keep yourself motivated and what tips and tricks you have up your sleeve for blogging regularly.