Another weekend has slipped by. I had very good intentions for this weekend. I had envisioned a satisfying, productive two days filled with writing, laundry, Spanish flashcards, a trip to the gym, cleaning the bathroom, and maybe even a little reading just for fun.
Instead, plans changed. A last minute trip out of town encompassed the first 24 hours of my weekend, cutting my timeframe for productivity in half.
My next 24 hours involved “sleeping in” until 7 am, then a morning spent at church – singing hymns, taking notes, exchanging smiles, hugs and handshakes, helping in the nursery, and teaching in my adult Sunday School class. Afterwards I hurried back home to cook lunch, dine with friends and family, and allow myself a couple hours to snuggle on the couch with Geoff and watch a movie.
Then my productive Sunday afternoon was supposed to start. I was still entertaining ideas of getting a load of laundry done, at least half the bathroom cleaned, and writing my Monday morning blog post.
But… I inadvertently took a 5-hour nap.
So apparently I needed to rest. But while laundry and bathroom cleaning can be postponed for a few days, I am determined to keep my commitment to write something twice a week.
I realize no one is forcing me to write other than myself. No one is depending on me to bang out two blog posts every week. No one is waiting with bated breath for new thoughts-from-Emily to be published on Monday and Thursday mornings. But it is something I have challenged myself to do, and other than the week of Christmas, it is something I have managed to stick with since launching my blog a few months ago.
Sometimes writing is like going to the gym. I really don’t want to. I rather sleep late and eat Girl Scout cookies for breakfast (yep, it’s that time of year again). But I know that once I do it, I’ll be glad I did. It’s good for me.
Sometimes, when I’m huffing and puffing my way through the 5:45am spin/torture class at my gym, I am reminded of a piece of advice from a fictional-animated-blue-fish-with-short-term-memory-problems, and say to myself, “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming…”
I’ve found that this wisdom also applies to writing.
So here I am, pushing through the desire to keep sleeping (though I’ll admit, I did just finish off a carton of Caramel Delights). Here I am, writing my “something” for Monday morning.
So, if you’re at that point yourself where you’re struggling to do that one thing you know you need to do but you really rather sleep and eat Girl Scout cookies (or whatever your vice may be) – hear it from a fellow struggler: you can do it!
Just keep swimming.