Early in January, maybe even in December, I promised myself I would do not think about doing. And I would let go of things that were keeping me from moving forward. I am happy to say I have been doing just that. I have written this blog almost every day this month. I have signed up for and attended writing workshops. In one I am working on a personal essay. The other workshop is about memoir where I am resurrecting my memoir about my days at the Public Administrator's office. I also am doing other writing relating things like morning pages and free writes.
I haven't given up on my photography, either. I went on two photo-shoots in January. I joined the 52 Project at the Riverside Art Museum where you work on an art project toward having a small exhibit later this year. I also plan to submit some of my photo work to local exhibitions and even some competitions. That is scary, but I promised myself I would. It's about time you say? I hear you.
I have to establishing boundaries with my time. I have learned I don't always have to raise my hand. I can say no. I am not the only one to can do what needs to be done. I have learned that if something is supposed to happen, someone will step up. If not, maybe it wasn't supposed to be. And being is the most important thing. I have learned that doing is not being. Being is true to yourself and living your own life is what matters most.
So here we go soon into another month. For a moment I thought time might be running out. But thinking that way leads to broken promises. What we make of our time here on earth is up to us. And I intend to make the most of it. I promise you and I promise myself. Yipes. It's really out there now. Now I need to just keep it real.