If left to my natural way of doing things, I’ll work randomly. I’ll do a scratch or two of writing, a handful of crocheting, a splash of cleaning up, and a few minutes of calling friends. Then I find a whole new set of things to do, so by the end of the day I’ve been very busy, but haven’t completed anything.
Last fall, I decided I had to choose my priorities and opted to focus on writing my second Magda book. I had to give up some of my volunteer work and some of my “paid” work, but I did complete my book.
This week, faced with the fact that my book finished, I have taken the time I would spend writing and have gone back to other things and other ways, like doing a spadeful of gardening, an armload of unpacking, and a few steps of walking.
I like it.