Where am I going in my life? After 25 years of thinking about it, I finally took the leap of leaving the comfort and more-than-comfortable salary of Big Law and started my own, little-ole-me firm — the goal being to free up my life while still maintaining an income and taking advantage of the relationships and experience built up over all these years.
But I have no more time than I had before. My “to do” list still includes a host of action items that come before the one I know my soul wants to do — work on my book. That elusive book that exists in my head, in my imagination, in my soul but not on paper.
Am I just treading water? Am I constitutionally unable to end my procrastination and step into my fear and just force myself to give myself time to write? I find myself contemplating this quandary often, pensively. I have no answer. It’s easy as I lay down at night to plan a different day tomorrow. Scarlett O’Hara still alive and well, living through me. Tomorrow, it IS another day. But every day so far it ends up as just another day that the way I spent my time conflicts with the way I say I want to spend it.
One foot in front of another, blog by blog, I will create a writing habit of butt in seat, writing even when I have no thoughts in my head. I will be pensive no longer. Contemplative, yes. But putting the thoughts into curious, excited, motivated, positive action.