Where do I go from here? What is next? Is the original plan that I set out on in need of tweaking? Maybe, or . . .
Maybe realizing the original plan is still doable —just not in the time frame I originally worked out. Perhaps, those projects are all worth doing, but rushed through, the wisdom and experience possible from one project to the next will contribute to the improvement of all my efforts. Because of the busy-ness of life my ability to plan realistically has been cockeyed.
In the coming weeks I will be tweaking my plans; finding ways to fit priorities into my life along side fulfilling project goals and working to become a better writer. Interrelated, yes; layered, absolutely, but at odds with having a full life. More things to do and not enough hours in the day leaves me crunched for time, and frustrated, neither is acceptable.
Someone told me recently about mules and horses. Horses will go until they drop dead. Mules are slow to start and will quit before exhausting themselves to the point of death. My husband tried to set me straight which I was most like. I have been walking around thinking I was a mule. Stubborn, procrastinating, hard to move, that has been how I saw myself, a mule. My husband corrected that thinking, that I am more like a horse, in his opinion. His perspective is I keep pushing myself to the max until I collapse.
I have to concede, we are both correct. He is right I do the horse thing sometimes, and I am right, sometimes my behavior is a bit mule-like. Learning when to be one or the other is the tricky part that I need to work on.