It’s May! We are now firmly into spring, after a very long winter. Part of what made it so long was that I didn’t make very much time to do the three things that keep me grounded–reading, writing, and walking–so I was somewhat off. Between work, family, and church commitments, the time I took for self-care had gone by the wayside. But, the year-long church commitment is now over, with a successful result. I’ve been back to the gym in the past month on the treadmill and at the weight machines, and I’ve found 30 minutes to get outside and walk during the work day about half the time. I am reading at least four books simultaneously right now, including an audiobook in the car, and I’ve been journaling daily for a while. I’m on my way back.
In my journal, which I do first thing after I wake up, I find myself writing a quick recount of the past day and giving myself a pep talk about what I need to get done that day. Lately, journaling hadn’t brought me amazing new insights and seemed kind of ho-hum. I’d start writing, but then stare off into space and stop. The siren song of my phone and social media has been hard to resist.
I found at The Gift of Writing the idea of listing several writing prompts at the front of your journal, so that when you come to a point that you’re not sure what to write, you just flip to the inside cover and pick a prompt. I did that with the journal I started in November, with fair results. The prompts were things like “What does your heart say?” and “What can you do in the next couple of days to get you closer to where you want to be?”
I started a new notebook recently, and thought I’d go one step further. If you’re looking for writing prompts, go no further than The Writer’s Idea Book by Jack Heffron. He has collected over 800 of them there, ranging from introspective to prompts designed to help you work with a piece of fiction or nonfiction you’ve already started. As if having the book right next to me while I journaled wasn’t good enough, I went through and picked out the prompts that seemed appealing and listed them in the front of my new notebook.
The other day I decided on this prompt: “What is your five-year plan? What would you like your life to be like in five years?” If you’ve known me for a while, you know that I have to have a plan.
For a very long time I had the habit of daydreaming about my life “after” something–long ago it was “after I lose weight” or “after I’m done with school” and then it was “after I meet someone” or “after I have a baby” then everything would be perfect and my life would be wonderful. Of course, that’s no way to live because life is never the way you expect it would be after. After can’t meet those high expectations.
When I did the five-year plan prompt, I realized that in five years, I don’t want my life to be any different than it is right now. I want to live in the same house, have the same job, the same friends, and go to the same church. I want the peonies I rescued from across the street a few weeks ago to be getting ready to bloom, and my daisies to be getting ready to turn a good portion of my lawn into a cutting garden. I want to take my daughter to school down the street, listen to an audiobook on the way to work, lift weights and feel strong a couple of times a week, and turn my face to the spring sun as I walk off the long winter. I want to continue to cook on the weekends so that I don’t have to during the week, and I want to keep talking to and spending time with my beloved sisters and friends.
Oh, sure, I’d love it if the clutter fairy came to my house to put everything away and work against the forces of chaos and dirty dishes. But I don’t see that happening as long as I make reading, writing, and walking a priority after taking care of my daughter and making sure we have a roof over our heads and food to eat. And it would be nice if the powers that be determined that public service jobs deserved pay that was more on-par with those in the private sector. And there is still great injustice and suffering in the world that requires a lot of work from a lot of dedicated people. And there’s no guarantee things won’t change because of factors beyond my control.
But, all in all, I realized that I’ve got everything I need right here, right now. There is no “after.” This is it, and it’s pretty damn good.