Really Real Life Post
Today is the first day in awhile I’ve struggled to come up with something to write about. I didn’t wake up with a topic in mind, I didn’t have a draft already written and ready to go.
I had a few false starts, topics that wouldn’t start flowing after the first few sentences, so I either scrapped them, or left them sitting in drafts so I can play with them later, I even wrote 3/4 of a post and my main point wouldn’t come together so I scrapped that.
I guess this is what it’s like to be a writer? I’m really pushing myself to write each day, or at least most days, but leading up to NaNoWriMo, it’s even more important that I’m ready to write even when I’m not sure what I’m going to say, but I guess I should have some sort of point, and I’m getting there.
I’ve been going to the gym more days than not for the past month and at first it was a real struggle, and I’m sure again it will be a real struggle, but the more I pushed, the more I kept going, eventually it stopped being so difficult. Now I even mostly enjoy it.
I know this is how this stuff works, a lot of the time, except mostly, when it gets hard I can’t push through it. I give up, I don’t stick with it, I find excuses, I don’t make it a priority, and I fail. It’s not that I can’t push through it, it’s that I don’t.
Excuses are easy.
That’s something I said a lot when I was doing the gym before, and there’s a lot to be said for that.
And if it sounds like I’m preaching, it’s not like that at all.
I’m having a really hard time pushing myself to go to my volunteer job at United Way. I used to find purpose in the job, I used to feel like I was making a difference, but now I’m working under someone who doesn’t care about what I’m doing or what she’s doing and it’s sucked the life out of it for me. I have a really hard time making myself go each week, and I keep finding reasons that I can’t make it happen. I keep forgetting to schedule my rides, or having to schedule appointments on my day to go in, or otherwise not making it a priority. I’m only making it there once a month or so instead of once a week.
But if I ever go back to work, I’m sure there will come a time that I have a shitty boss. And I can’t use that as a reason to stop working. Perseverance pays off. If I stick with it, I’ll either find a way to find meaning in this job, or find a way to switch to something else, or (in the case of an actual, paying, job) at least I’d be paying my bills.
Excuses are easy.