I was rereading my headline and realized that I haven't done much shenaniganing or even manifesting lately as I've been preoccupied with my fair share of those little things called 'obligations'.
And without shenanigans (or manifesting), I dare say there isn't much to discuss unless I want to blog about my daily schedule which goes something like this;
I get up around 6:30 am every day for school. Do the usual morning routine (minus the coffee as I'm basically a tea and carrot juice drinker) and head to school.
I now spend my days with the same Junior Highs because I took a year-end term position. And they've been great (who knew?) but lo and behold, I'm still drained when I get home.
And it's interfering with my other life.
(My guess is that I need some sort of hormone-proof vest or shield to dissipate the energy they exude because it acts like Kryptonite on my whole body).
In any case, as a result I always need a nap at the end of the day but choose instead to open the fridge door and 'tilt' while simultaneously tuning into Cesar Millan, Dog Whisperer for more sage advice.
Not good, (but highly satisfying in a shallow, momentary-satisfaction kind of way).
In any case, once I have settled down into my more balanced self, (around 6ish) I catch up with friends and family, go for a walk, maybe do a little art, read, and then head to bed early for no other good reason except that I tell myself it's necessary in order to be awake and alert the following day.
(Which I've discovered is not true because when I'm engaged in activity that propels my soul forward, I'm not tired at all).
What has become incredibly clear since this life experiment began almost one year ago is that I need a revision.
It’s one thing to write up a list of goals and quite another to see them through.
I can write “I want to climb the Inca trail to Macchu Piccu” until I’m blue in the face but if I don’t set a date to do so, set money aside for the trip and make sure I’m healthy enough to handle the altitude, then it might as well be a pipe dream.
And the difference between a pipe dream and an intention is the emotional charge. There is a negative charge with the pipe dream – it's always perceived as a joke, something that will never be - while an intention carries with it, a positive, pro-active charge.
And I don't want to be a joke.
But intending is only the beginning.
First there's intending, then writing things down, then taking baby steps to see whatever it is you want manifested through to fruition.
And although on many levels I'm quite pleased with my own progress both internally and externally, there is still much to do and it's high time I did a re-evaluation of PROCESS - not so much of the actual goals as they largely remain the same - but of the manner in which I accomplish them.
And manageable, broken up into segments, I-can-handle-this-mini-goal-without-falling-into-a-deep-depression-at-the-magnitude-of-it-all, is the key to succeeding.
Here's an example...
A friend of mine just today, called for some moral support regarding his writing. He wants to get a novel done he started a couple of years ago. It shows much promise IF ONLY HE COULD FINISH IT.
Sound familiar?
In his case, it's a matter of re-editing to death before he can bring himself to move on. And since we all know that perfection is an illusion, seeking after it is like chasing those water-like mirage puddles you see on a highway in the intense heat when you're driving your car on a freshly paved highway.
By the time you get to where you thought each puddle was, it's just road again. And your eyes look to the next one hoping you'll get to see it up close this time and prove it's not a mirage, but to no avail. And you have to start all over again because what you thought you would see doesn't actually exist.
There's no bloody end to it.
So we came to an agreement.
I told him I would check in on him tonight at a certain time to see how much work he got done. Eight o'clock to be specific. He wanted a word count goal for motivation
(I don't believe in word counts any more than I do using scale when I go on a diet but whatever, it's his goal).
He was thinking 2000 words. I was thinking he was out of his mind. I'm all about mini-deadlines.
"How about 500"?
(That's roughly 2 pages).
I could almost smell the relief at his end - I always imagined relief would smell like lavender flowers if it had a scent...
"Think about it. If you produced one page a day, (not even two) at the end of a year - IF YOU WERE CONSISTENT - you'd have a 365 page novel".
Busted.
That's when I realized I needed to take my own advice. If I want to write this other book, I must set smaller goals and be held accountable for achieving them.
So I told him what I thought I could do between 4 pm and 8, which was our re-evaluation time. All I have to do is flush out one sectionof my new in-progress book proposal.
It's now 7:37.
This might be more like a micro-deadline...
