So, apparently it’s 2019. I’m a little behind.
I’ve had a vision for a vision board since January 1st, 2017.
I’ve been planning on planning my goals for a month.
I’ve scheduled the scheduling of my Instagram posts.
I’m sitting here, writing a post I should have written two weeks ago, but yesterday, I spent the day at the hospital with a loved one and sometimes life throws curve balls, even on the first day of a brand new year. I’ve decided: this is OK.
Even when we actually create a plan and goals, I’m coming to grips with the fact that life is not a seamless line which extends from plan to execution. I planned on completing this blogpost in an afternoon, but my daughter is currently sitting on my lap, rubbing her chocolate mouth all over my shirt and making it virtually impossible to type.
This is OK. Events have not progressed as planned, but it doesn’t mean I stop.
2019 is my year of OK, Go. And I’m not talking about the band, although I do love them.
What I mean is, I am moving forward, regardless of distraction. I will do my best to get to that vision board and manifest the crap out of my goals, but I’m deciding two things, and maybe you can join me:
1 – It’s OK if things get bumpy. It’s OK. I am OK. You’re OK. The world’s OK. Life is OK. OK?
2 – Go. Full speed. Anyway.
I’m the kind of person who is easily distracted, moving from one idea to the next, before I really accomplish anything. It’s even further complicated when chasing messy children and naughty dogs.
This is why getting in the habit of writing daily has absolutely saved me from quitting writing altogether. I used to write when inspired only, and let’s be real, when your year starts in the emergency room, it’s hard to hear heavenly whispers of inspiration (unless you listen really closely to the death gurgles of the patient across the hall who is currently crossing through the pearly gates).
This means that I write some absolutely uninspired nonsense, but sometimes, amidst the chaos, I find a thought which turns into a bigger idea, which turns into an article/post, and it turns out, even when I think I’m depleted of emotional energy, I actually still have something to say.
I am also a geek for goal planning, which is why the blank vision board is killing me. I love the smell of office supply stores. I love my new 2019 planner and all the blank lines I get to fill in. I also love the beginning of the year – it’s always pregnant with possibility. This year. I will hope. I will plan. I will dream. But I will also just go, headfirst into the fog, the rain, the snow, and the sleet.
I don’t know where you’re at. I’m guessing you’re probably reading this because you have a chronic illness and maybe you’re a creative person trying to balance it all.
Maybe your year didn’t start as chaotically as mine, but I’d guess you’re going to come to a point this year where the planning feels senseless, because: life, right? Or maybe all you’ve done to work toward your goal of wellness seems like it’s been a big flop. My advice:
It’s OK.
Don’t give up.
Keep going.
Sometimes our plans are interrupted by chocolate faces, and sometimes we don’t even get to planning, but that doesn’t mean we stop. We go.
2019. I’m not sure where it will lead, and so far, I’m not convinced it likes me very much, but let’s just go forward together, OK? Ok.