Back On Track

Had to make a few adjustments towards the end of last week, but I’m back on track today. Up and writing first thing has proven to be the best way to start my days. My morning routine has changed numerous times over the years. From no routine to two or so hours of walking, running, reading and meditation to writing my gratitude lists. This routine I’ve kept the longest. I’m not saying it works the best, but I am saying I’ve done this longer than anything else. In fact, writing is the profession I’ve kept the longest.

Over my career, I would venture to guess I’ve held over thirty positions. Those jobs have been in at least four different industries. I will eventually sit and account for each industry and each position, but for the sake of momentum and not losing my train of thought, those numbers will suffice. I’ve written full time for longer than any other profession.

Writing feels natural. It still requires practice. It requires patience. It requires me to practice and work on perfecting my craft. The ability to deliver compelling, engaging, and concise messages may indeed be a gift for some, but I have to work at it. These lists are the only things I put out unedited. Every other piece of content is put through a rewrite process that takes time. I write my list and I’m typically finished in less than 30 minutes. I had no intention of putting these other for other people to read, but if it helps someone else, I’m guessing they’ll be no harm in attempting to help. Time will tell.

Distractions arise. We, you and I, must remain vigilant. Keeping a watching eye on our overall task, our purpose, is primary. These other things that surface are simply distractions. This morning I’m dealing with plumbing issues. I have a helper since I’m still recovering from my accident and she’s quite capable, but keeps asking me questions. I’m not a plumber and neither is she. I write for a living. After a couple volleys of questions and answers, I said all I wanted to do is write uninterrupted. When and if the plumber arrives, we can address any of his questions then. But trying to answer his questions, over the phone, while interrupting my morning routine, in not acceptable. I must stay on track. I must remain focused. I must do what my Creator built me to do. The other things are relevant, but not as important.

Today, Monday, April 15, 2024, I am grateful that:

I got some things done over the weekend. Normal errands and the like would have been impossible a month ago, but today I’m more healed. I could get some tasks finished, without the need of my helper, and that was refreshing.

I haven’t lost my temper yet. I’m more than frustrated with this plumber situation. My inability to speak the language and the way they handle things is beginning to take its toll this morning. I don’t have the patience to deal with interruptions in my routine. My routine is essential. Some changes have to made and in short order.

I can envision a means of delivery for my lists. I can also envision more of what needs to be done to complete this phase of fulfilling my purpose. It’s not the entire thing, but part of what will lay the foundation for the rest. I’m under

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