The toughest person to forgive is often ourselves.
I’ve two Go Ask Daddy posts unpublished. Crazy, huh? If I can’t finish on my self-imposed deadline, I won’t publish. I’ll save them. I’m holding my blog hostage. I force myself to finish freelance work (veggies) before I get to blogging (snickerdoodle cookies.)
Heard of the Pomodoro timer?
I’m using that too. I’m rewarding myself for hours of distraction-free work with writing for fun. It keeps me hungry (not for snickerdoodles, although …) to put in the work to get to what feeds my soul most.
I’m grateful for the sense of accomplishment – and thankful that if I don’t finish everything in a day, I go easy on myself.
What are you grateful for this week? I’m forgiving myself for repeating some things. What’s to say we can give gratitude (and shit!) only once? That’s like eating just one waffle. What in the holy haystacks is that all about?
I’m grateful for …
1-Confidence in recent opportunities. I’ve met people by chance who happen to have writing needs. I love that I spoke up and that we made the connection! I’m writing about things I didn’t know much about – and realizing that I’ve learned a lot over the years.
2-Time with family in Gatlinburg. So many moments brought me joy just as they were. Watching Camdyn play larger than life, seeing the girls take a chairlift ride, swiping a beer glass from a barbecue joint … these are a few of my favorite things.
3-25-cent chocolate bars. I stopped in Dollar Tree on lunch to get Hayden bandages for her surgery incisions (always in kid designs) and found Christmas clearance. Not since Opie Taylor has a dude in North Carolina found such a sweet candy deal.
4-A return to blogging. I showed up this week like the Los Angeles Rams showed up last Sunday in the Super Bowl. It’s true. But this is who I am, and when I use it as a reward, it feels like I’m covering good ground to get here.
5-Quiet, mind-settling drives to work. My commute’s been cut in half since I worked at Red Ventures. I can tune in 88.9 WDAV, soak in a little Scarlatti or Telemann and down a pint of Coke Zero on the ride in and be ready for anything. Literally anything.
6-My journal. It helps to keep the wheels on. I skipped it for several days. It was like using my rudder for kindling. Never again. Days that start and end with a journal and meditation feel like free-grilled cheese sandwich day.
And not with the cheap sliced cheese from Wal-mart, either.
7-Help from colleagues. I feel alone, or at least isolated, at most jobs. Now and then, a co-worker will come through and take care of something for me. Cover me, when there’s a ton of calls for electronics, or show me how to save an image to the server. I dig that.
8-My new doctor. She’s patient. And kind. That means so much. Really, I’ve seen a terrific set of physicians in the past year. Understanding, sympathetic. Genuine. They inspire me to get my health right and stick around for years and years.
9-The Denver Nuggets! What a season. I get to cover the NBA All-Star Game here in Charlotte next weekend. I’m not excited to see King James or Kevin Durant. Nicola Jokic, though? Hell yeah. Sorry in advance for blitzing Instagram.
Dr. Oz is even going to be here, man.
10-A day for catch-up. Not ketchup, although you never know. Sunday. I have one game to coach. That means I could do stuff in 23 other hours. Productive stuff. Or, not. Whether I work on my novel or make edible cookie dough with Camdyn, it’s a win.
What say you? What has you feeling gratitude and shit?