Hello 2017, Good Riddance 2016!
2016 has been a weird sort of year. On the one hand, nothing much has happened in my small portion of the universe, but looking outside that bubble you can see the hurricane of events. There’s some breaks in the clouds, but there was a lot of darkness invading the lives of folks I love and it’s not a fun sight.
Thankfully this post is focusing on my bubble, even if it seems very small and very unimportant in the face of the storm. *rolls up sleeves*
I actually thought I wasn’t going to have anything for these lists at first look, but after a trip down memory lane with the Archives and Google Photos… and I did a lot more than I thought. So welcome to my little corner of sunshine! 🙂
(Actually I’m pretty sure no one reads these posts but me, but I love looking back on them over the years!)
2016 Highlights Reel
- I wrote stories, made art, hung out with friends and family, and tried to bring a little Assassin’ing into my life.
And the fog rolls in…
It’s been over a week since NaNoWriMo came to a close… and I think I went into blogging overdose for a bit there. I’m still a bit in shock that I managed to post something everyday for [Placeholder]. I haven’t managed a streak that long in a loooooong time.
For one shining moment of insanity I actually considered trying to follow that up with a post-a-day for art in December… and then I realized that I’d had issues just posting a photo a day, when I did it last year.
So in the meantime I’ve been playing on Scribophile. And making covers for Wattpad. And painting horses. And sculpting Christmas magnets. And playing Roguelands. And, and, and… ignoring the blog.
Bad blogger, no biscuit!
Rainy Maine Days
It occurred to me today that I have no true life goals. I have a bunch of things that would be nice to have happen, but nothing that drives me with the fear of failure or inspires me with the fire of true callings.
I watch the people who do have that spark accomplish improbable things (it’s only impossible till someone does it) and wonder what my main quest is supposed to look like.
I have nothing worth suffering for. Nothing that gets me up at 4am, nothing that keeps me up past midnight (other than the internet). I don’t even have a goal worth being mildly inconvenienced for.
I’m not sure what to do with this.
I know things that should motivate me, like getting a book(s) published, losing weight and getting in shape, making oodles of money at work, becoming good enough to make decent profits from my artwork, but… meh?
I want something measurable, something where success would lead into the next larger goal instead of being a set end point. Something that I can look back on and say ‘that used to be Impossible.’
I don’t know what that is yet, but I guess I’m going to start looking.
Such a Monday!
[Insert generic Adult’ing complaints]
It’s been a
week month of Zubats… *sighs*
On the good side of things I’ve been clocking a lot of steps playing Pokemon Go (Team Instinct iz 4 Fite!) and while I haven’t been doing well in Camp NaNoWriMo or my Nerd Fitness challenges, I haven’t completely given up either. So, that’s something.
All Art’ing is on hold as I’m still working on rebuilding the basement wall that suffered recent water damage from the bathroom above it. At some point in the past there was additional water damage that was only partially taken care of. *makes angry noises at past owners* So it’s taking longer than expected.
Having gotten very little done over the past few weeks, I’m once again circling the idea that I have too many hobbies and not enough time.
I have a bad habit of getting distracted before I complete tasks. The type of task doesn’t matter, artwork, housework, work-work– it all falls prey to whatever interruptions pop-up. Sometimes those interruptions are my brain…
Hmm, I feel like crap, I to stop goofing off on Facebook and grab some allergy meds from the bedroom…
Oh look, I need to do a load of laundry in the basement…
Oh yeah, I was going to do a full change on the litter box today but the new litter is in the car…
Oh geeze, the car is trashed, no way I can take Shiva out dogwalking later today in this, I need to clean it out but the garbage bags are in the kitchen…
Whoops, forgot to check the mail yesterday…
Omg the ants are back in the mailbox! Wait I have the ant traps in the car…
May as well clean this out while I’m here…
Oh yeah the trunk needs to be unloaded too…
Okay awesome, car is cleaned, trunk is unloaded, catbox is changed, laundry is started, mail is checked… time to goof on Facebook!
…Hmm, I feel like crap, I need to grab some allergy meds…
And sometimes it’s just the normal day-to-day interruptions that everyone deals with. The problem is this makes my head a very frustrating place to live when I want to get a specific thing done. Unless my magic laser-focus-obsession-o-vision kicks in, there isn’t much of a chance I’m going to remember what I’m doing.
So I make lists.
Which only serve to remind me of all the things I started and didn’t finish.
Which stupidly makes me more likely to start new projects than pick up old ones… because that’s admitting I didn’t finish them? I dunno. Dammit brain!
I’m not sure what the solution is, but I’m thinking one of my Nerd Fitness goals this challenge needs to be finding one. Or at least experimenting with finding one.
But for now… back to the lists!