I’ve been quiet of late, well, I have in terms of sharing my thoughts and photos both here and on social media. Not any kind of social experiment or political or moral opposition to any network or attempt at improving my focus and productivity. I’ve just been busy, and maybe a bit lazy too.
Colds and a cranky baby (half referring to our daughter, but also to myself) haven’t helped.
This November saw my first attempt at NaNoWriMo. I won’t make the 50,000 words by month end to complete it (more on that another time) but I’m okay with that. Heck I only managed just over a week really. Then I made an excuse, and another one, and then more.
It’s okay though. No really it is. I’m a little disappointed in myself but I was prepared to fail and I’m glad I tried, though I do wish I’d preserved a little more. Truth is I could still keep writing, perhaps I should. But once you’ve made so many excuses it’s easier to make one more than it is to pick things up and try again.
Aside from colds and other distractions I’ve also started another project. Something I’ve been meaning to do for awhile. But I made excuses. I found reasons to keep making concessions, to stay the source. Recently though I’ve begun to see the impact that not doing something has had on my happiness and my wellbeing. The cost of not doing something had become greater than the risk of change. It’s time for a change.