Workin’ It Out
So, I’ve been trying to get my new, improved blog going.
It’s not going well.
Layers and layers of confusion tied up with a poopy brown bow of frustration.
Oy.
I could complain about this on SO many levels, but then I’d have to be all “oh, but here’s the silver lining” and “this is probably really good for me, I just don’t know it yet” at the end of the post. I’m not in the mood.
Plus, I have a cold. Watery eyes. Tight chest. Wheezy mouth breathing. I sound like that bass guy from the Statler Brothers when I talk (to myself).
A couple of days ago, when I was feeling mortally frustrated with The New Blog and before I realized that I’m only one step away from spending the next 6 years in an Iron Lung, I was thinking about how it’s probably good for people to keep taking on challenges…especially after the age when we think we might be done doing big things.
‘Course “big things” at 56 look a little different than they did at 26.
At 26, I wanted to change myself and the world.
At 56, I’d be happy to change my underwear size and maybe a corner of the dining room.
Get my taxes done.
Declutter my closet. Maybe the kids’ baby clothes.
Vacuum that dusty cold air return in my bedroom.
Small stuff that becomes big stuff if I don’t do it for long enough…but all pale in comparison to The New Blog.
What I’m kvetching about today is my turtle’s pace progress on this BIG project while I struggle not to crap out on all my little day-to-day tasks and projects…on which I had been making pretty good progress before. To add insult to injury, The New Blog has at least 13,000,000 new tasks…widgets…add ons…plug ins…stat counters…feedburners… design options…dropbox files…URL choices…that I’m trying to learn-as-I-go. It is killing me. How the heck do I find a new place for this BIG project…without it totally consuming me (which it can)…and forcing me to eat Tombstone frozen pizza and watch King of Queens reruns (which it has)?
How do Big Project Old People do it?
I don’t know. But I do know it’s not easy.
One thing I am learning is that I make better progress when I hang out with people who are in the same boat…or better yet…in the boat ahead and willing to tow me awhile.
The more I study success (and by success at this point, I mostly mean progress), the more I see that success rarely happens in a vacuum. BUT…before you get too optimistic that I’m feeling optimistic…you have to understand that most of these boat-towers speak blogdesigncomputerese…which is a language I don’t know. I might catch a familiar word now and then…but it’s a total crap shoot on whether or not it has any real meaning for me. So, it’s like they’re all smiling and patting my hand and murmuring encouragement and giving me directions in Japanese.
What I need now…like I’ve never needed it before…is to develop the ability to compartmentalize my time…so that I can single-task within all this multi-tasking. Especially if I’m going to be a world-famous blogger and stuff. Time management is NOT my strong suit…just the thought of throwing myself into that ring makes me want to start sucking my thumb (again). I can see how developing more productive pockets of time is essential to succeeding. And, actually, not only for succeeding, but staying at least minimally hopeful and only semi-psychotic along the way.
Cherie’s Time Pockets:
Writing Time, check.
Empty the dishwasher. Check.
Load the dishwasher. Check.
Clean the Toothpaste off the Bathroom Mirrors. Check. Check.
Work on Taxes. Check. Check. Check.
Swear at The New Blog. Check. Check. Check.Check. Check. Check.Check. Check. Check.
For those of us who work from home, it’s tough to stay on task. (Especially for those of us w/DVR’s who are hooked on Ruby, American Idol, and the final season of Lost. And Facebook? The Devil.) It’s so easy for work to become this amorphous, endless cloud…that stays with us and on us 24/7. It can be really hard to find progress in all that fog.
Thank God for those other wandering crazies bumping around and feeling their way through together.
It helps. Help is good.
Oh, crap. That silver lining thing again.