The Smoke

Humans are story telling animals. We tell stories about our lives, and we live within those stories. We use stories to create our past, present, and future. We find our beliefs, values, and morals embedded in our stories. We are fragile, breakable, and inside each of use there is something more, there is the smoke left over from the fire in our stories.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Intentions Don't Always Predict the Future

....Especially when you are not taking any course of action- any physical course of action- to get your intentions developed into success.

I am talking about my lack of responsibility with this blog. I have all the intentions of committing time to it, and yet I have done nothing. I had been planning on using this summer to start a writing career, to start a project, to find out how I can get published, and have done a little more than nothing. I had planned on submitting a work in progress to a writing contest, yet that work has not progressed, despite my best intentions. If there were simply a way that I could get all my thoughts and ideas recorded without having to actually physically do something, I know I would have at least two or three best sellers by now.

This is my issue: I never take the time to sit and write. I do not have it scheduled into my day, and I need to start scheduling it into my day. This is my problem: I feel as if there just are not enough hours in the day, as cliche as that may sound. There aren't. Especially when you are planning a wedding, starting a new job (although it is part-time), and finally trying to enjoy the sun that has decided bless us with its presence after a long and rainy June.

Today, while preparing for a training I am attending tomorrow for my new part-time job, I was reading about problem solving. How to select and reach a goal, how to avoid the obstacles, how to stay positive. It instantly made me aware of my goal to be a writer and my lack of writing in the pursuit of said writing career. Instead of saying "I want to be a writer but I have no time to write," or, "I want to be a writer but have chosen to go to the beach instead of write," or simply, "I want to be a published writer but my actions would indicate otherwise," I need to commit time to writing. I need to rephrase my thoughts, reframe my mind, and plan to add at least an hour a day dedicated to writing. This hour may end up consisting of nothing worth reading, but I will get the proverbial juices going, and hopefully, and just maybe, one day, I will write enough hours and spend enough time both inside my head and outside of it, to become published.