Tonight I felt completely like not writing. But since the practice has become more habit and less conscious choice, I started anyway. I learned tonight – again – that the hardest step is the first one. Typing the first sentence
I’m intentionally keeping today’s entry brief: I wrote 500 words towards my book. I am enjoying the process of writing more and more. Progress is being made every day. Of this, I am very proud. Now, I’m gonna bugger off and
Today has been a cruisy one. We had a delightfully lazy start, despite the fact we were moving on again. We relocated to Darwin, setup the bus, and went for a swim. I’ve just finished a relaxed effort of 500-some
For the longest time, especially during my worst depression, I just couldn’t seem to find any balance in my life. I would oscillate wildly between full-on work, then full-on fitness training, then full-on creative projects that earned no money, then
It’s true. All I wanted to do tonight, instead of writing, was sleep. We hiked with the kids through Litchfield National Park for most of the day. We swam in waterholes, jumped off rocks, and let waterfalls cascade over our
Things that are worthwhile rarely happen instantly. They take time to grow and develop. At least, that’s what is going through my mind as I continue the journey of writing this book. I added another 500 words to the book’s
I’ve noticed a shift in how I’m feeling about the act of writing. For starters, I’m getting more excited each day about my writing time. I’m no longer resisting sitting down to write. Instead, I feel increasingly drawn to it,
It was bound to happen, I just didn’t expect it on the fourth day. I broke my commitment. I didn’t write at all yesterday. Not on the blog, not in my journal, not in my manuscript software. Wanna hear my reasons? It
My writing feels like a dark tunnel, today. And I need to confess something. I haven’t even written anything for my book yet. My hope is that writing a blog about my day will fire up the muse and get the words
Goethe penned a fantastic quote (stuck on our refrigerator) which goes something like: Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now. * (* Turns out this may
Occasionally, I get headaches. Or stomach cramps. Or bizarre middle ear infections, but only in my left ear. Lately, I’ve had all three. This is a sign, to me, of something my soul needs to do that is being denied.
Last night I realised that I really, really wanted to finish my book. The one I’ve been writing since the start of this year. The one I’ve been talking about for a lot longer than that. The one that just hasn’t managed
I learned something this morning. Well, re-learned, actually. Pamela Slim gave me some great advice at the first MisfitCon in Fargo in 2013: When all else fails, CREATE SOMETHING. This morning, I woke up feeling heavy and depressed. I planned
Well, what is the point? Of what, you ask? Oh, you know… life, work, anything… For some reason my subconscious threw me this question as I started to write. I figure something in me needs to see this answered and
In any endeavour, there is a point at which one must overcome the inertia of being still and, through sheer might of will and force of effort, drive the whole enterprise forward. A complicated way of saying that sometimes you
On mornings like these, when I wake tired after a late night’s work, I am learning to be kind to myself. But not in the way that you think. “Being kind” to ourselves typically has the connotation of taking it
How often do you reflect on your days? How regularly do you stop and think and ponder and wonder and unravel things in your mind – or even let your mind unravel? It’s important. Really. I’ve learned so much today,
A while ago I did a self development course that focussed on helping people see the underlying – and unconscious – patterns of their behaviour. The idea is that once we become aware of a pattern, we can begin
With any luck I’ll get that promotion. With any luck I’ll become fit and happy. With any luck I’ll experience the life of my dreams. There really isn’t luck. Stuff happens or it doesn’t. You are ready and willing
With barely any embarrassment I am once again embarking on a daily blogging adventure. I have committed to myself to write for at least 10 minutes daily in an attempt to rejuvenate my atrophied writing muscles. I shall share
Today was the first day I’ve yelled at my kids in what feels like weeks. I have resolved that I don’t want to be a yelling parent any longer. I’ve been running and meditating most days for a while now,
Resilience looks like this: Imagine waking up and hearing your wife and kids talking in the kitchen. Mostly it’s friendly banter, but because your son got up early he’s now past the point of needing food and has crossed over
There’s a saying: “A change is as good as a holiday.” I posit that the reverse is also true. A holiday is as good as a change. I have been absent from publishing these IQs for several weeks now. I
“The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.” – Aristotle There is a joy, a rapture, that I find in projects that are creative and for people I like. I got
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