Remember when I started working out first thing in the morning? I still think it’s a great way to start my day — but I’m not so married to it that it I do it on complete autopilot quite yet. This is partially because it is still such a new regimen that I can’t exactly say it comes as naturally as brushing my teeth or washing my face, and also because so much else vies for that first-thing-in-the-morning time slot.
I’ve begun practicing some new spiritual steps per Gabrielle Bernstein’s (the self-proclaimed Spiritual Junkie) book May Cause Miracles, which begins each day with a different affirmation and subsequent meditation. (For example, today, “my only attitude is gratitude.”)
As I also mentioned back in December, I recently attended a Millionaire Mind Intensive which sent us home with a 90-day program. This is also to be performed at the start of the day.
Admittedly, not all three things happen every morning (or even every day, for that matter), but I have been good about making sure the workout occurs daily. I find that generally speaking, planning to pound out that workout first thing (or sort-of first thing) keeps it on the radar and still gives me that feeling of accomplishment I so enjoyed the first week I started doing it.
Now, although I’ve called myself a writer since roughly 1990, I find it nearly impossible to write as soon as I get up. Even at my most prolific, I would reserve writing for the afternoon, as soon as I got home from high school. (This, incidentally, was the time I wrote my first — and only — complete novel. Which is crap, of course, but I love it because it proves I can do it.) But it doesn’t mean I can’t start.
Last year, I attended a three-day industry conference called the Writers’ Institute. It was amazing! Not only were the workshops current and relevant, but they educated me in the business end of writing — i.e., publishing, which, despite what my B.A. in creative writing might suggest, I had never really learned much about. I even met and spoke extensively to an agent who specializes in memoir!
After that conference, I vowed to myself to finish my memoir by April of this year. True to the tortured artist’s nature as well as a quivering fear of failure, I have barely touched my memoir since. *Cringe*
This is about to change. As of this week, I am officially back in session. And not only in the writing part — but also outlining the basic format and flow of my stories, which I anticipate will be the most labor-intensive, draggy part. But even if I don’t feel it is ready for pitching this year, I know that the sooner I do this, the sooner my dream of publishing can come to fruition. I have to remind myself sometimes that the visualization part of goals — while important — does not actually count as action.
Screw fear of failure. Doubt kills more dreams than failure ever does — failure is just an ugly word for the blips on the way to success. You only fail if you never try again . . . and this is what fuels me to not give up on my body the way that would be so easy to.
What do you think? Will you keep me accountable? How’s this — every day, I’d like to write 1000 words. On the 27th (tomorrow), I’ll post the 27th sentence and report whether I’ve written my 1000 words for the day, and so on.
This practice will probably be accompanied daily by a steaming cup of cappuccino or fresh smoothie, before I work out. Double points if I work out immediately after I write.
And with a little bit of discipline and resolve, I ought to be able to complete my manuscript by the time I head to Madison again this April. (If you, too, are headed that way, let me know!)
Let me know what you think of this new declaration in the comments below!
To our healing,