In a fit of mid-winter blues I started referring to deadlines as dreadlines. Feeling overwhelmed with life, continuing dental woes, lack of energy, looming deadlines were viewed with a certain level of dread and stomach clenching anxiety.
In the past few weeks I have managed to make sufficient progress that I realized calling them dreadlines was a level of negativity I did not want to subscribe to, gave my head a shake and applied shoulder to the wheel with a renewed sense of purpose.
It would help if I weren’t so prone to taking on such large, sweeping, projects. Projects that didn’t take such an enormous amount of time and energy. Like co-chairing a reasonably large conference. Like trying to write a book. Like dressing the loom with 40 yards of warp. Etc.
But if I didn’t, well, I wouldn’t be me.
A friend tries very hard to be a helpful, positive energy in the world. We joke that she tries to save the world. I have given up that sweeping and daunting a task, but no doubt I will continue to try to accomplish large, sweeping projects. But I swear, this conference and this book? Once they are done? No more.
Obligatory weaving photo to sweeten the post...