Quarterly

I cannot believe that 2015 is already a quarter of the way through. So far this year has been a challenging year of growth and realizations, and I hope that, to some extent, that continues.

It’s a good time to check in on progress I’ve been making, and I’m realizing that I’m a bit further behind than I would like, but I’m actually okay with it. Life isn’t just about deadlines and getting things done. I’m learning to let go of some of my perfectionism. …Maybe.

There’s so much more to life than just making it through, so much more than just passing from one day to the next. I don’t know what I’m saying exactly…

I’ve made some definite positive changes thus far this year, primarily with morning and nightly routines, and I’ve also started journaling again in an actual journal.

It’s amazing how distinguished one year can be from another. They have different feels, different potentials. So far, to me, this year seems… Stocky. Full, a little heavy, but sturdy and well built.

I don’t know what’s going to come of the rest of the year, but I’m hoping that it’s filled with improvements. So much for losing perfectionism…

Do you do quarterly check-ins? How do you feel about 2015 thus far?

Time And Positivity

Time seems to be going by really quickly lately. Not sure why… I’ve been less productive in my free time too… Maybe that has something to do with it. One day blurs into another and they all look the same.

Maybe that’s the point in life, to find the beauty and the differences in each and every day. They have to be there, they must me.

Quite some time ago I had mentioned my jar of positivity. I haven’t kept up with it every day, though I write things down every now and then, remembering dates when I can.

The Domino effect from one tidbit of positivity is incredible. I write one little thing down, and my mind is flooded with others to add. It’s quite the uplifting experience.

Time moves by so fast, yet there are so many things I’m waiting for. I’m realizing that rushing the time by only leaves me with less time. If I want things to happen, I have to allow them to happen, not just passively sit back and wait.

Patience. I’m learning to accept the still and quite, waiting for whatever is to be.

The Difference Of A Pen

There’s something about having an actual page, rather than just a screen and a blinking line, waiting for the next words to appear. One letter at a time, they all start the same, but something about the full motion of a pen, it’s freeing.

This past week instead of typing my book, I decided to write it on paper. It made such a difference! I probably do about half my writing on the computer, and half on paper, so I know that I typically like writing on paper better. But I was still surprised at how much better I was able to connect with the story.

I have new insights into characters, their thoughts, their motives. It’s really exciting to see it finally coming together. Of course, now I’m going to have to go back and transfer everything I’ve written onto the computer, but that’s an opportunity for new changes as well.

I’ve been very strict about my book this time around, I haven’t allowed myself to go back and reread or correct anything I’ve added on previous days. That is such a difficult restriction for me, I just want to go and fix everything. I’ve done that before, and the results are… Less than ideal.

So, when I started a revision, I determined to try something new and I feel a lot better about it. The characters are more complete and consistent, and it’s great to see where they take the story.

I love the moments when characters write themselves. They sometimes do things that are so incredibly fitting, yet I never would have consciously thought to make them do.

Anyway, that’s where my mind’s at right now. Along with a million other places I don’t have the energy to sort through right now. I hope you all are having a wonderful night!

Words

It’s been another one of those days. So many thoughts, I’m unsure how to put them all into words. Sometimes I don’t know what to say, and I’m beginning to accept that maybe that’s okay.

Rain

It’s raining out. I hear the little droplets landing on the roof, and the cars as they splash around on the street below. It’s such a peaceful, calming sound.

The sky is dark, though it is filled with a peace and a hope that only comes with the rain. I had forgotten just how much I love it.

It makes me want to curl up on the couch with a blanket and a good book or movie, maybe a journal and some tea. Maybe I will.

For now I just wish to enjoy this moment. This sound. This peace.