Keep On Trucking

Sometimes Mondays feel like a big drag.  I have to do all these work-related tasks, many of which I don’t even enjoy.  They always take longer than I think they’re going to take, and then the afternoon rolls around and I need a break and I often don’t seem to get to do the things I really love.  Yesterday I talked with one of the women who’s advised me on marketing and other issues related to my memoir.  She suggested I cut back so that I’m only doing the things I really enjoy: what a notion.  At this point the memoir will sell more or it won’t, but if I don’t get back to writing fiction, there won’t be anymore books!  Last night as I lay in bed waiting for sleep, I suddenly realized Mondays might not be so bad if I really followed her advise.  I could complete tasks in an hour, and then, each day  including Monday, write several more pages on my new novel.  I could meet a friend for tea in the afternoon, or on several afternoons, take my Nia classes for fun instead of thinking about using them to lose weight, I could read a book I really wanted to read each day – wow, what would life be like if it wasn’t about ‘keep on trucking’ but really about enjoying each day, having fun (writing fiction is really fun for me), choosing what to do, not by what is the ‘responsible’ way to behave, but because I really want to do it.  I’m going to stop here, so that I can pull up that novel on my computer, and begin today.  Doing what I want to do.  And limiting tasks that seem necessary but don’t feed  my spirit.  I’m old enough to give myself credit for all the necessary things I have done, and give myself permission to begin to live day by day in a different way. What a concept…..