COVID-19: Planning and accountability revisited
It seems that the last nummbered episode of the COVID-19 saga was mdlbear | COVID-19: Episode 13: randomness, planning, accountability, back on May 22nd. It, in turn, referred back to my New Year's Day post. So in the interest of accountability...
Of the New Years' goals, #2 (Mom's 100th birthday party) has of course been cancelled by her death last month. #4 (FAWM) and #6 (extra income) were a total bust. (Okay, technically I can't say #6 was a bust until the end of the year.) I'm working on #3 (NaBloPoMo). I'm going to give myself credit for #5 (concert) because of my slot next Saturday at OR-eCon. #7 (yard) has seen infinitesimal progress. A little more progress has been made on #8 (organizing the garage -- see below and maybe in another post).
As for the goals in Episode 13... not so good. I'm going to give myself partial credit for #1 (paperwork) because I actually got my income taxes filed, and I think we can get Colleen's passport renewal in the mail in a day or two. I think I'm a little ahead of last year on music and writing, but haven't checked, and I certainly haven't written any songs but practicing for a concert counts. #5 (organizing and getting rid of stuff) is still out there looming. There's been some progress on organizing in the last couple of weeks thanks to the space cleared out by L's move, and some trash has been taken out of the garage. That's about it.
I think my big problem is that in the absence of an obvious place to start, I don't get started. I sit down with my guitar and look through my songbookst, and I don't see anything that appeals to me. But last night I started with a tentative set list, and sang for over an hour. Having an audience helps -- S was sitting nearby making suggestions and asking about songs on my list that she hadn't heard. Many of my most successful curmudgeon posts started with somebody asking me a question; most others get started and then neglected. And so on.
Organizing (#5) is similar, but different. The only reason I'm making any progress on it at all is that I do have a place to start: the shelves vacated when L moved out. It's something. I'll take it.
The bigger problem is that every time I go into the garage and look at the shelves and stacks of boxes, they remind me of the places I don't live anymore: Grand Central Starport and Rainbow's End. I miss them. I second-guess my decisions to move, even though I know (I think?) that they were the right decisions. I look at the workbench, which is a clutter of things I haven't put away and mostly don't have a place for, and it hasn't changed much since we moved in. I look at things that are parts of woodworking projects I never finished, and in many cases never started, and they remind me of just how long it's been since I did any woodworking except for putting up a few bookshelves. I look at the boxes full of artwork we bought at conventions, and haven't put up despite having wall space. I wonder what I've been doing for the last three years.
I think I need to revive my 15min tag.
... And I'll skip making a new set of goals; the ones I have will do.
NaBloPoMo stats: 4540 words in 10 posts this month (average 454/post) 582 words in 1 post today
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