Just keep swimming!
I read O Magazine. Often and religiously. Oprah and I haven’t always seen eye-to-eye, but her magazine is definitely a winner. It does a great job of covering topics that affect all women, and I appreciate that. At the risk of sounding corny, I sometimes feel inspired after I’ve read the Ope’s latest offerings. There’s nothing wrong with thinking of things that you typically do not.
I’m constantly in this, “What the hell am I going to do with my life” state, yet I’m still in the planning stage. To call it troublesome is greatly understating. I haven’t written a poem or short story in ages. I’ve started my book over about a jillion times, and thanks to my injury, my workout program is stunted. Before you tell me not to be hard on myself, I truly believe that a healthy dose of, “What the hell are you doing with your life, Melanie?” is in order. Opportunities have been squandered, and I can’t continue to let that happen.
So, thanks to reading O, I’ve come to the conclusion that a vision board is in order. Well, right now, I’ve got a box. Though I hate what “boxes” represent, I’m still collecting things before I decide to put them up on a board, so I think a box is okay as an extremely temporary solution.
Goals. That’s what I need. Randomly announcing wanting to do this or that isn’t really working. Fruition. That’s what it’s all about. I think I beat myself before I start. It’s classic and nothing new. Plus, when I’m feeling slightly set adrift, it’s hard to keep focused on what I need to do to improve. I’m good at rebooting; but just recovering in the middle of adversity? Not my strong point.
So yeah…vision board. Yeah. I’ll get there.
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I feel you b/c I find myself in a similar state so often. Last year I began to set some big things into motion. I’ve stuttered and slowed a bit, but we have to just mush on, even if the pace is slow. I gotcha back, Mamba.