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I have the best intentions. I really do. I love a list. A plan. A box that can be neatly checked off or better yet a strong black line through a finished task.
It’s just that I’m really so very bad at finishing.
I’m great at starting. Enthusiasm, energy, get ‘er done and all that. It’s why the start of a new school year was always my favorite time to be a teacher. It’s new, exciting, so many possibilities.
Kind of like my head full of blog and novel and ebook ideas that aren’t going anywhere because I can get started, but I can’t seem to get finished.
I like to blame all this on lack of time. Except I know incredibly successful bloggers and writers who also work full-time jobs or have more kids than I.
So then I like to blame my unfinished tasks on principles. As in, I’m investing in my kids right now so I don’t really have time to invest in anything else.
Yeah, that would work if I believed it. Truth is, I am investing in my kids and in being there and available to them. But I also quit a job that gave us another income and health insurance so that I could pursue the hearts of my children and the heart of my scariest God-sized dreams.
So, I’ve begun making one small change to how I approach my issue with time since that’s my go-to excuse.
It’s not about how much time I have; it’s about how I choose to spend it.
Time’s a currency. I can choose to spend it wisely on something that will set me up and get me ahead and make me feel that I have accomplished more in my day than just sweeping the floor ten times before dinner. Or I can choose to spend it on something that will give me a few fleeting moments of pleasure but leave me frustrated and guilty in the end.
So for the past couple of weeks, when I sit down to write, I have begun treating it like work. I make a list of what I need to accomplish and I finish it. Or I at least try really hard and make myself be intentional about trying to finish.
A couple Saturdays ago, Joshua stayed home and supervised room cleaning and I went to the library and worked intently for two solid hours. I actually set the alarm on my phone and allotted myself a set amount of time to finish my different tasks from compiling the posts I want to turn into an ebook on Embracing Motherhood to breaking down the play I’m directing this Christmas by scenes and characters. I felt so much better when I left simply because I had paid attention and been intentional about using my time wisely. I had finished what I had started.
So that’s my (not so) new revelation: to be conscious of the time I have available and to be intentional about what I want to use it for.
After all, nap time can be about more than folding another load of laundry.
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