So the first month of the year is almost over. Just one more day to keep those January promises. Don't worry, though. February has 29 days this year. You can always keep your promises then. Fortunately, a promise is a promise. And if you are making your best effort to keep it, well, that is good. Giving up and breaking your promise is not cool
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.
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.
