I have literally had dozens of jobs, but none were a perfect fit. Some came close, and I remember being quite successful with some of them.
Painter and decorator, upholsterer, dressmaker, craft shop owner. Wedding dress designer, and many office and retail jobs. I have worked behind the counter in the post office, and the gas board during the switchover to natural gas.
Some lasted a few weeks, others for years, but they all lost their charm and sense of achievement eventually. Even writing, which I still love, has been losing some of its allure lately. To be fair, present circumstances have not made my life easier.
How the experts say we should do this…
Do just one activity at a time
Simplify your life by limiting or banning set intentions at the start
Cherry pick your important tasks and make them your focus
Listen to what life is calling you to do
But…
What about all those jobs begun but never finished?
How can I have a clean start and concentrate on one thing at a time?
I started my latest detective mystery long before my health took a nosedive, and there are times when I wish I hadn’t started, but I have no intention of stopping. Even though I was struggling to make headway. Somehow, this has changed, but I’m not really sure why.
Back to the theme of this post, Living Deliberately.
I realized the other day that I was trying to write with good intentions. This was something I thought I should be doing, and discovering this knowledge shook me to my core. It was only recently when some of the old magic reappeared that I knew why I had been struggling. I had been pretending to be a writer. Going through the motions but not really getting anywhere.
Sounds awful, doesn’t it?
I didn’t know I had been pretending, so that makes me feel a little better.
What’s left of my life these days is a bit of a mess and will take some sorting out, but along with some of the old magic, my stubborn streak is alive and kicking….
I have a feeling this will be the best week yet!
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