[pullquote style=”left” quote=”dark”]I’ve had a wonderful day, peeps. I haven’t been remotely productive in the sense that people would traditionally call “worthwhile.” I’ve written no words that will be seen by anybody else, save for this post. I’ve done no exercise. I haven’t cooked. Many of these things will be shortly rectified, but for a moment I’m going to dwell in a sense of things well done.[/pullquote]
That blog post beginning was written yesterday afternoon. Why the contentment? Because despite having a quiet house and plans to dig into work, when life offered alternate choices, I:
Connected with someone on Facebook and arranged an interview I really want to do based upon gut instinct.
Doing this required me to pitch a virtual stranger, but I know it’s going to be fantastic. Said stranger didn’t remain unfamiliar long, and I love it when I just know to do these things; in my world, decisions are so seldom effortless.
Laughed at the unfortunate tagline of a live show that’s making the rounds:
“A Magical Encounter Between Human and Horse.”
Okay. I know it’s the O’Hara mindset that makes everything sound dirty, but in casual conversation lately, I’ve noticed many people musing about hot sex with a centaur, so what do you expect? (Don’t know what’s up with that, but if you write paranormal erotica, get on it. Equine shifters are the new meme and you heard it here first.)
Bought this 50-pound bag of steel cut oats from Barb’s Kitchen Center for $30 Canadian.
If you live anywhere near central Alberta, do check them out. The store is family owned, teaches canning and breadmaking so its customers know how to use the specialty items they provide. The goods are all quality. For instance, this bag comes from a local farmer, is organic, and at 80 grams a serving, that 50-pound bag will give me 283 mornings of a full belly at $0.11 a pop.
Resisted writing a blog post simply to fill the schedule.
I’ve had Tartitude for three years now, and in that time, gone from infatuation and obsession to obligation to a steady, burning love for the blogging form and for you guys. (Thank you for being here.) Part of that is accepting my capabilities, warts and all, and feeling less anxious about finding an audience. I’m going to put up blog posts when it’s right, or not at all. I know I’m not speaking from bravado, either, because I’ve stopped watching the stats and numbers I used to track with breathless enthusiasm. Yet I’m still here.
See how that works?
So if you’ve noticed today’s theme is about ditching the schedule to follow your bliss, that would be correct.
On a similar note, my post last week on Writer Unboxed was about making a Writer’s Emergency Hope Kit.
When we’re most stressed, we’re least likely to be mindful and recall the simple things that give us joy, contentment, hope. This post was geared towards writing, but it’s applicable to all career paths and to life in general. If you’re looking for a mental-health tool, check it out.
What have you done this week to cultivate delight? What will you do this weekend? Do you let yourself abandon longstanding plans to pursue interesting avenues, or would that mess with your mind?