In the ebb and flow of life, maintaining a steady routine is in the top five most important things for me to do, but in my morning tasks, writing this blog post is one of the last things I do.
It’s strange because it takes me no longer than 10-15 minutes to bang out a few thoughts and get them posted, but over the past ten days, it’s felt like it would be easier to squat 500lbs than write a few words. Strange.
The past eight or nine months have been mentally difficult because of some pretty massive changes personally as well as dealing with a move of my house and studio space, losing my grandmother, and the obvious Coronavirus fallout that everybody has been dealing with.
Things aren’t bad, they’re just very distracted and mustering the mental energy and focus to work that extra 10-25% has been particularly difficult.
The wild thing is that I know it will be easy when I get myself back on a roll doing that additional work, but getting the ball rolling feels like pushing a mountain. My brain knows it’s a few well-placed hours of effort and everything will change, but that same brain seems to freeze up when I commit to getting back to working on the other businesses I am working on currently.
Every day and every week I know it will be different and it’s usually not. But I must believe that this week will be the breaking point when everything changes and I get that ball rolling.
In the meanwhile, I’ve learned to enjoy the process and not lose sight of right now being annoyed at what I didn’t do yesterday or what I need to do tomorrow.
Writing these posts has been my daily talk with myself and it feels great to do it and I need to focus on how nice it feels to write down what I’m thinking when I’m finding little “busy work” tasks to take the place of thinking and writing.