I’m here at the head of another week. I’m a typical creative. The day lays before me and my greatest task is deciding which of my plates and projects I want to spin.
Some may be far better organised than I am, and have things neatly planned out months ahead. God bless that person, I need them to lay hands on me and impart some of that amazing!
It would be easy for me to slap myself up and get on own case for not being more awesome. After all are we not all supposed be superhero’s nowadays? Juggling business, life, and family like a rock star?
Or does that only happen on Facebook and Instagram?
In the down-and-dirty reality of putting the bins out, cleaning up spilled juice, cooking, washing, paying bills, praying, staying fit, and figuring out why-that-thing-is-not-working-as-it-should-do, days can quickly disappear.
Having said all this, I do a lot. I have two businesses up and running and making money, a healthy and happy household, and most importantly of all, a thriving relationship with Jesus Christ.
I must be doing something right I remind myself.
And here’s one of those things that I think is making a difference, at least for me.
If they are not done by end of day, I’ll bend over backwards to make sure they do.
An if not? Dust myself down, and start again tomorrow. No skin.
For me, I write.
I could set myself big, fat hairy goals and declare I’ll churn 5000 words a day.
But I don’t.
500 words is my baseline.
Big dreams are my meat and drink, but I have found that big goals don’t work for me. I like to chop them up and make bite-size pieces I can chew on every day.
I could also aim my writing arrows toward an epic tome or a game-changing culture-shifting work of art.
But I don’t.
I choose to share the journey.
I have decided that beautiful but sincere stumbling is often more realistic than polished perfection. And my little steps, however uncertain as they may feel at times, do manage to move me forward.
When the time comes, and I’m sat on the peak looking back, maybe a perennial best seller will pour from my belly.
Until then, and on the way there, I’m gonna reach my hand back and share what I know right now.
That, I CAN do.
What’s your daily?
Mine is to get these words on the page, and share them where I can. I then take it live and speak to camera for a few min utes about what I’ve written.
It’s then crunched into a podcast and uploaded.
498, 499, 500, done!