The hardest part of writing and publishing a blog everyday is that you have to actually write and publish something every day.
Today, I have several ideas—but not one that seems to stick. There are several that held to the wall for a few moments; but sure enough, they made their slow, definitive slide out of the picture and joined their other bad idea pals.
Today I am carrying the very real feeling of too many ideas mixed with too much indecision (AKA, the “I have absolutely no idea what to write box”)
I always have too many ideas—sit in a meeting with me for 15 minutes and you’ll hear at least 17 ideas (and that’s if I am half paying attention. If I am all in, the ideas are infinite). I specialize in ideas—most of them bad or unrealistic or will never be implemented—but I love ideas--almost as much as I love a fresh notebook and a sharpened pencil.
So here are some of my ideas for things to write about this month:
I could go on and on.
Now a rational person would take this list and begin selecting and writing about each idea. But then what will become of all the other ideas I will surely have tomorrow and the next day and the day after that?
It’s too risky to commit.
Today, I have several ideas—but not one that seems to stick. There are several that held to the wall for a few moments; but sure enough, they made their slow, definitive slide out of the picture and joined their other bad idea pals.
Today I am carrying the very real feeling of too many ideas mixed with too much indecision (AKA, the “I have absolutely no idea what to write box”)
I always have too many ideas—sit in a meeting with me for 15 minutes and you’ll hear at least 17 ideas (and that’s if I am half paying attention. If I am all in, the ideas are infinite). I specialize in ideas—most of them bad or unrealistic or will never be implemented—but I love ideas--almost as much as I love a fresh notebook and a sharpened pencil.
So here are some of my ideas for things to write about this month:
- Picking up and carrying grace
- What I carry in my handbag (I’d also like to know what in the $%!! is in my bag. It weighs as much as a child)
- Carrying the ashes (so morbid, but you know, you see what you get)
- Being carried when I’ve been broken
- The 568108 apps I am forced to carry on my phone to keep track of my life
- My tattoo
- Birthday cakes (Happy Birthday Mike!)
- My favorite handbags
- Things I make my husband carry (like my lipstick and the trash to the curb)
- The book I am carrying.
- The 90-Day Planning Calendar that I carry but refuse to open because it stresses me out.
- Secrets I carry (don’t get too excited. my secrets are really things like, drinking non-organic, conventional milk and that I think I have a cavity)
- Things no one should carry (like guns.)
- You can only pick what you can carry (childhood trauma in the pumpkin patch)
- Cash and carry—what does this mean exactly?
- My friend named Carrie, mother to Connie
- My other friend named Keren, who goes by Kerrie
I could go on and on.
Now a rational person would take this list and begin selecting and writing about each idea. But then what will become of all the other ideas I will surely have tomorrow and the next day and the day after that?
It’s too risky to commit.
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