Witness a series of chain reactions:
Want to blog, play with my blog, tweak my blog, add to my blog. BUT am employing discipline, and over and over today told myself "Get X, Y, & Z done, and you can go write."
This is good!
This is good!
Even though all I've wanted to do is write, I haven't had time to think today about what I want to write about next, so I threw on some earbuds, and hopped on the elliptical.
My legs did the dirty work, my heart did the hard work, and my brain hit recess.
This is good!
Normally, by this time of night, I'd either: grab a snack and a Diet Coke and sit in front of this computer screen trying to find the end of the Internet. Or. Go to bed because justifying needing sleep is the only excuse for not being productive I allow. I've done neither. I grabbed a water, and I'm writing. But this is AFTER getting X,Y, & Z done. So tonight, I have actually accomplished MORE in less time.
My legs did the dirty work, my heart did the hard work, and my brain hit recess.
This is good!
Normally, by this time of night, I'd either: grab a snack and a Diet Coke and sit in front of this computer screen trying to find the end of the Internet. Or. Go to bed because justifying needing sleep is the only excuse for not being productive I allow. I've done neither. I grabbed a water, and I'm writing. But this is AFTER getting X,Y, & Z done. So tonight, I have actually accomplished MORE in less time.
Okay so here's then what I know: This whole Blog thing might actually work. I'm stoked. I have to get things done before I allow myself to write. In order to write, I need to exercise so I can think. In exchange for uninterrupted time in the ThinkTank, my ass is shrinking, my muscles are burning, and I'm paying no mind to it because I'm too busy jamming & thinking!
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