It is nearly 11pm as I start these words. I’m writing this from my office–one of the few places I really ever can slip into a zone and feel the words bleed out of me. I’ve been here a few times today, trying to get back into that daily mindset. This week represents quite the setback. I am officially resetting my 90 days. I’ll make day 1 tomorrow. Today was a crappy make up day where I felt like I was forcing it. New day, new 90. Beyond that I am smack dab in the middle of developing a plan to be successful and word smart for the entire summer.
The hard part of devising any plan of this sort is that I don’t entirely have a schedule that allows for X time to be when I write everyday. This is a good thing, because life doesn’t work that way. Writing, unfortunately, wants to work that way, so I’m learning to compromise by providing the words with a range of hours in which I can attempt to squeeze out 1K or more daily (I’m considering a push to 1500–more on that tomorrow once the decision is made).
I am also tasking myself to lose pounds. I presently way more than ever–227 lbs. Once that was JUST the name of a marginal but addictive TV show. It is no longer the place to be. It is the place to catch heart disease, so I gotta move back down into the 1’s. That plan is part diet, part meditation, part discipline, and a crap ton of exercise. This summer is about that too. In truth, these last 63 days are about building towards something special. Something different.
Something that is completely and perceptually a better me.