I am struggling with making myself write in the mornings. Yesterday was a good lesson in why I should though. There is always a list of things I should be doing in the mornings; various parts of my volunteering roles are very much email or computer based, so this precious 15 minutes could definitely be used for the greater good.
This morning is no different. I need to write a report, it should have been done a few days ago, so I need to crack on. Yesterday I got the laptop out deciding I would check my diary for the week and then do my account reconciliations – also overdue. I wrote this blog instead.
The result surprised me. It gave me a bit more energy than crossing things off the list would have done. I had forgotten that this exercise of putting thoughts onto paper first thing seems to straighten out my thinking for the morning and enables me to just get on with things a little bit faster.
I still didn’t get the report written, but I did get lots of other bits and bobs done yesterday, which I suspect I would not have had I not taken this bit of time to do something fun first. To get my own thoughts sorted and out there before I start writing for everyone else and doing the chores that enable everyone to flourish together.
This is my version of putting on my oxygen mask before helping others. I still need to plan what I am going to write though, eventually this is going to descend into sheer babbling if I don’t. Some may say it already has!
The photos that accompany these blogs are generally not mine, they are from the free photo stock on WordPress. This is because I am not good at taking photos. Technically the photos I take are not great , probably because I never really think to take them., so I get little practise. I love photos and love it when people share their photos with me, but I don’t get around to taking them myself very often. Sometimes I have a phase of taking lots of photos, and then I forget again. I can go weeks without taking a single snap.
Every time I choose a photo to illustrate this, I regret my lack of photography and I have considered trying to take more photos as I go through my day. In reality that is another challenge and this was about writing, not photographing, so I am trying to resist the temptation to turn this into a bigger task. Keeping things simple does keep me happier. My aim is to write a blog nearly every day. That is what I am doing, so I am persuading myself to rest in that satisfaction for now.
I have a similar view of running, I don’t run very far or for very long, I still cannot get to 5k. But I run, I run three times a week, every week and six months ago I had never run before. So that is an achievement and I feel proud of it. The fact that I am not trying to do more is ok for me, I am getting some cardio vascular exercise, I am getting fresh air and that is all I need.
Keeping a habit easy to do feels like a key to keeping the good habits going.
My son has just asked whether I write every day. I try to, but do not succeed. After a successful run of posting daily, I was feeling a bit of a failure. Yesterday, I decided that writing a blog was not a good move, I needed to do some urgent tasks instead. Well they had become urgent, having lurked on a to do list for a while. I had a nagging feeling that I had failed throughout the day though.
But the offspring’s question this morning was swiftly followed by another: “so how many people read it?”. He is the generation of media users where if there are no reads or likes, there is no point. Is this a clue to that nagging feeling of failure, am I getting swept away with that sort of thinking? I am very grateful indeed if you’re reading this, and more so if you respond to it in some way. I am posting this into the public for a reason, to have an audience and to feel accountable for making the piece readable.
The main reason for writing though is to have a positive habit every morning which enables me to face a complicated day having exercised my brain with something enjoyable, but still a bit challenging. Yesterday I knew I had not let myself down, I needed to do the tasks more than my brain needed this. Yet, I felt that I had broken the habitual nature of the exercise, and maybe I missed the interaction as well. But, of course missing one day does not destroy a habit, it’s making sure I get back to it that counts. Hopefully someone will read this today. And life feels a bit smoother having spent some time catching up on domestic stuff.