A lot of people get impatient with the pace of change. – James Levine
7, 21, 28. All multiples of the number seven. In numerology, seven corresponds to thought, consciousness, and spirit. In the self-help world, these are all numbers of days it supposedly takes to make or break a habit.
It would be nice if we all worked so neatly on a clock. Lots of things
would be much easier in life if we did! Parents would come home to relieve me promptly. I’d lose weight the way the calendar says I should. My daily calories would be in order. Babies would sleep exactly when they’re supposed to. I would sleep exactly when I was supposed to and I likely wouldn’t have anxiety issues anymore with everything running as neatly as a German train schedule.
That’s not real life so much, though. Real life is messy and inconvenient. It’s like this head cold I can’t quite shake this week. It’s making me feel like Pooh Bear -all stuffed with fluff. Tomorrow, I planned to go to the gym. 1. I feel like ass. 2. My boss called me in an hour early. It could be a real Oprah “A-Ha!” moment where I take life by the horns and show it who’s boss, ride the tiger instead of letting it ride me. But I think I need to not feel like my throat’s closing first.
Instead, I’m focusing on my book. This is a many-pronged Hydra of Hell. First, I needed to move my blog to a stand-alone website so I can attempt to look polished. This required time, agro, and asking for help. (All things I’m not fond of!) Then, I needed to make sure my editor was on board with me. (Hi Gail! She’s been putting the second half of the course into English.) Then, I needed to make sure my illustrator was on board. I needed to review information from Amazon and Kindle. Most importantly, I needed to start taking notes for things that I do and give myself enough time to explore the ritual format I’ll be discussing.
Some people say that they’re a magic-user first and a writer second. For me, for better or worse, it’s the other way around. But I need to put in the time to reflect and do the actual work that needs to be done so I can write about it. It’s the last part that’s hard for me. But I’m doing it on Sunday (possibly Monday due to health! But one or the other.) I set a release date for my book (Dec 1st) and I made sure to use my motivation (guilt, shame) in my favor. I don’t want to be writing this just now because I feel like crap but I’m not too sick to write. I know I’m not. So, that means I don’t want to disappoint any of you or inconvenience Gail. The weight of that is what’s been driving me this second half and it’s why I need to get this done. I am shit scared of writing a book. I always stop. But if I’ve promised my readers a date and have my editor and illustrator expecting me to make deadlines like a grown up, then I’m going to grit my teeth and do it.
Writers are such funny creatures. We need to be prodded with a stick to do any real work. But, at the same time, we feel that we would die without it.
So, I’ve taken the first steps to make my book something real. Something real starting in June. And it’s awesome and terrifying.
What can you do this week to change your life?