I recently switched to Outlook at work. I sort of adore it. It is a bottomless pit of possibility. I can turn emails into calendar appointments, tasks, contacts. I can flag them and they’re immediately added to my task list. I can attach things to appointments just like I can attach things to an email. With all the options for what to do with an email, I barrel through my inbox. It’s so pretty now and oh so simple. Last Friday after two days of learning Outlook and checking off more items than I had to add, I got a little high on the thrill. I was empowered by the to-do list.
Then. The weekend. Which, similar to my evenings, is a wide open space in which I fulfill the non day-job roles like Being Mama and pursuing the dream. And if Being Mama kind of has actual check-offable items (fold clothes, unload dishwasher, buy milk, read books, tuck in, hope and pray), the dream has this:
2. Seriously, put your fingers to the keyboard and type.
3. Write some words.
4. ANY words at all.
5. Don’t do things that aren’t writing the book.
6. Maybe just a paragraph tonight.
7. A word.
8. Ohmylordinheaven you are not a writer unless you write so get your so-called creative butt in that chair and write.
9. Stilllllll waiting for some words here.
10. How ’bout a page number?
Frankly, it’s not as fun to check off items on that list. BECAUSE THEY NEVER GO AWAY. I could do them all, and the list still waits for me tomorrow the same way. I feel a little terrified these days that I will never get to another The End since the first one, because I so rarely get through the items on this list. Not even the page numbers. I just keep holding on to the fact that I have gotten there before, and eventually, if I do these things at least more than never, I can somehow get there again.