Going back through all of my posts has had an unexpected side effect…a severe case of “when did I lose track of that?”. Although going through the ninety posts is slow going; I find I need to re-read each one to pick words that are somewhat reflective of the topic to use as tags. I covered the first twenty or so and I know it will take longer as I go, the posts grew in length over time as well.
The first topic I lost track of was the “spin”. Taking the negative or gloomy perspective and finding the positive, upbeat view. Everything from finding joy in a long gray day to finding the humor in an awkward encounter seems to have slipped away a bit.
Specific resolutions like Creativity Day and getting the filing under control – the work table for creative projects is now buried under all of that filing! Some resolutions were kept and the one I hang on to as proof I can do this is writing daily. So I will give myself a gold star on that one and pick one resolution to add in for the next ninety days. (Hey, I’m a slow reinforcer, most people it’s a month to six weeks, me, far more.) So I will deal with my pigeon of discontent (as opposed to the Bluebird of Happiness, thanks G. Rubin), which is the filing. It is not simply a stack of papers that need to go in folders, it is an entire shift of past years to boxes (need to buy one), make new files and purge the old, then put it all away. But, once done, I am resolving to put the paper in the folder without it ever hitting the “to be filed” pile. When I look at what has prevented me from doing this I realize, beyond it being a less than “fun” task, my perfectionist streak gets in the way as well. The folder “needs labels” is the fattest, because I like printed labels, not hand written. I will accept that it is important to me and make the time to print labels as needed, rather than “later”.
So here I am again circling back to mindfulness; paying attention to what is really happening or keeping me from attacking a project or task. One of the huge benefits of putting things in writing is being able to look back as a check-up, to remind oneself where we were, where we thought we wanted to go, and hold that up against one’s current location. There will always be some slipping, life happens, and all of our good intentions may lose some of their priority, but the good news is, with reminders, we can pick up the ball again.