I woke up at 7am this morning. I could have slept in. I really wanted too. I could have hit the snooze button (again). I really wanted too. But I didn’t. Me held me accountable. Me told me to get out of bed and keep the promise I made to myself at the beginning of the year. Run.
So I’m sneaking in the February prompt for the Ali Edwards One Little Word class that I’m currently taking at the eleventh hour. I have done some serious procrastination on this prompt, allowing myself to get stumped on the notion that because I don’t buy magazines I would have a tough time completing the task. WRONG NOTION! There are so many other things that I could have
It’s been years, and I’m talking 10+ years here, since I have dived into a book of poetry. I use to love it. I’d get lost in the words and have a ball dissecting the meaning of the text. I would indulge in owning my own interpretation of the poets message. It’s amazing how time spent away from something that you once loved doing brings a new depth and level of understanding
Week six was full of home decorating, heaps of script work, organising, planning and ‘me’ time. The kiddos ventured off to their dad’s on the Thursday afternoon and so for three days and nights I tried to make the most of, and enjoy, some ‘me’ time. When they go I usually immerse myself in catching up with work like commissions, blogging, design script jobs and creative projects. This time I tried to find more of a balance.
1) I have begun a course. Starting is always the hardest part so I overcame that speed hump which felt good.