Never Stop Moving

It’s always nice when you close off a week feeling accomplished.

Part of this is due to my new timekeeping system, whereby I record my daily activities and time spent. At first, I argued with myself about this level of micromanagement, though it’s been harder and harder to stay focused during the pandemic as all our usual routines and rituals have been disrupted and it’s easier than ever to flounder. A system, a regime, helps with accountability and encouragement since it’s a simple but effective reference for my success in a given week. I got the idea from my friend and fellow coach Brandie Hadfield, who runs a business geared toward holistic living, parenting and family structure. (Check out her FB group here.)

Once the initial fear and panic of the pandemic faded—for me—I discovered that I was able to be more productive than before. Part of this, strangely, is from the fear itself: a realization that my life was more finite and frail than I’d believed; that it could be cut short and my dreams squandered. Don’t put off doing today what you could do tomorrow. Isn’t that the saying? Mom’s death was certainly a similar impetus, and this pandemic has been a second wind to this practice. I have so much left to do in this life and I doubt that I’ll accomplish it all, even if I’m blessed with another 40-50 years. So I’m trying to make the most of my days. I’m constantly aware—though not in fear—of death, of the trickling of sands as they say on Geadhain. Of that world in particular, I would die happy if I’m able to pen at least three more major arcs, thus wrapping up every major event and war that I’ve forseen for that world and its heroes. 

So I have found myself in a new ritual, a more focused, streamlined state of living. But that’s what we’re supposed to do in times of crisis: re-evaluate, take stock, find gratitude and push onwards. Never stop moving. Never stop dreaming. 

All my love,