It Could All Be So Simple

Do you realize how set up we are? I don’t have to go to the library unless I choose to. I can research and read books from my cell phone or iPad from the comforts of my bed. If I don’t want to sit down and read my book, I can have it read to me via an app like Audible. I can ask Alexa where my package is instead of waiting on hold on the phone. I can order groceries and have someone deliver them when I want. I can even order dinner and have it delivered. I have the power of having my personal assistant, Siri, remind me of what needs to be done today and when I need to get it done. I could dictate this entire blog post to my cell phone and take a few minutes to edit it as needed.

With all that and so many other resources, why is it that I don’t just complete my goals? I can’t even think of a good response to that. Procrastination is not an excuse. Procrastinate is, however, just what I did. Now I am fighting off the feeling of regret. I am trying to come up with a good excuse as to why I still can’t get this done and well – I’ve got nothing!

So now I am forced to dig a little deeper. What is it? Why is this so hard to do? Is it true what Lauryn Hill said? Would I just rather make it hard? That’s it! If I make it seem hard by coming up with a bunch of excuses so I can create a false justification of why I don’t get it done.

Well like I said, I’ve got nothing! I cannot think of one good excuse as to why I should let the week end and not complete this blog. I had 7 days to get this done and now with just a few hours left this on Sunday, I am going to honor myself by writing and publishing my first blog post.

Nope, I didn’t do the photo shoot I wanted to do. Nope, I didn’t pick out the perfect theme. I have a lot to do to get this blog where I want it. This blog is soooooo me. A work in progress.This is not at all how I pictured my first blog going. Guess what though. I did it. It’s not perfect, but it’s done. The only thing left to do is check it off my list. That wasn’t so bad. I must admit it was kind of (for lack of a better word) simple.