I love Mondays. That fresh start to the week, the untouched pages in my planner, the possibilities that stretch out into the distance, alluring and endless. I also have discovered a passion for bullet journals, and the practice has given me the impetus to track everything.
Mondays are the day my new week begins, and I can do anything! An hour of practice of tai chi every morning. Write 15,000 words toward the deadline looming. Gather a daily star for hitting my step count goal! Teach my dogs a new trick!! Eat great and lose a pound!!! Spend a half hour each evening with my Sketchbook Skool class!
Oh, yes, and weed every day!! Keep regular work hours, get that stuff uploaded to the site, explore that other opportunity that’s been nagging me. Cook cooling dinners because it’s hot.
Did I mention I have a deadline? A bare moon cycle from now.
But it’s Monday. I love Mondays, so I woke up and got moving early. So far, I’ve walked both of the puppies (separately, for training), which helps address dog time and step time. I did get my tai chi warm up in, and a quick run-through of the part of the 108 form that I’m working on.
Then I realized that everybody has peed on their beds and blankets and I have to wash them all. Up until then, I was pretty close to the schedule, which says I have to be at the computer with the Internet turned off by 8:30 am. I didn’t make it until 9:00, but the puppies are sprawled, unconscious, on the tiles of the living room floor so I should be able to get my words in.
Except—oops! I forgot I didn’t write this column yesterday because I was weeding one very overgrown part of the garden. And then my granddaughters called to FaceTime with me and then I talked to my son and wonderful new daughter-in-law in Italy.
That’s the trouble. Life! Life gets in the way of my goals! Every week!
Maybe your life is like that, too.
The main complicating factor in my life are the not-quite-four-month old puppies. Who are EXUBERANT! And spend hours every day racing around the family room, then outside, then climb in the water and roll in the dirt and drag in grass and dirt and who-knows-what, requiring another vacuum/mop/sweep. They also, it must be said, poo. A lot. Which requires a lot of clean-up. They also are not entirely great about potty training yet, which also requires clean-up. They need walking, and puppy classes, and vet trips. They also require lots of playing and love… I mean, we want friendly, happy dogs, right? I am required to kiss them a hundred and seventeen times a day and throw balls and play tug of war.
Did I mention I have a deadline?
The other trouble with puppies is that they don’t really sleep all night.Which means my work days are sometimes this: I made it to the computer, turned off the Internet, wrote for a half hour, and fell asleep. Woke up, got a drink of water, wrote another half hour, fell asleep.
Miraculously, the work is going fine. I’m still mad for the book. But I realize, once again, something I have to practice over and over and over:
I can do anything I want, but I can’t do everything I want.