Two quick notes to get us going.:
If you’ve read Part 1, skip the section in italics.
Also, in the previous section I utilized all my pictures of lovely garden flora, so since I just visited Woodstock Farm Sanctuary, this post is adorned with pictures of cute fauna. For no relevant reason.
I was at a large gathering, talking to a friend and concluded my story by saying: “…Thus far, all I have is a failure garden.” The phrase caught the interest of another friend, who inquired as to what I meant. I relayed my story about trying to plant things for the last two years. The first year I only came away with 3 pieces of radish greens and mint. The second year the mint took over, the radishes grew well, there was a surprise turnip nobody planted, some peas turned up, but a lot of things went to seed and my pumpkins never grew past the blossom stage. As a result, this year I did a bunch of reading and focused my efforts armed with new facts, but I wasn’t feeling optimistic, since thus far I only cultivated a failure garden. “Failure garden?”-she asked. “You’re growing more each year and learning stuff along the way. That sounds like a success garden to me.” Thanks friend! Her response got me thinking, and she was absolutely right. I was so caught up in my failure story, where my reality was not meeting my expectations, that I kind of missed my success garden.
Blog Related Goals
Ugh, feels like I’m failing at all of them. I am certainly writing a lot less then I thought I would. Yes, in theory a post a week is do-able. In reality, it would mean sacrificing things that I’m not always willing to sacrifice. I think I was smart to set a goal related to the total number of posts rather than “a post a week”. That said, with only 12 posts published to date (13 including this one) I’d have to average ~1.5 a week in order to meet the goal of 52 by the end of the year. I’d like to think that I can knock it out, but I don’t want to write things if I have nothing to say. And I know Fall will be crazy. I’m curious to see if I can meet this number, but I’m not positive it’ll happen. I have to accept that any outcome is ok.
I’ve been guest published twice so far, nowhere near one a month, and I’m not even sure they should count. I write for some industry blogs, which I enjoy, but it’s not the same as this blog. But, one of my favorite jokes goes something like this:
A man says to God, desperately:
“God, God, why can’t I win the lottery?”
To which God replies:
“Geez, for my sake, at least buy a ticket”.
So the answer is simple: just keep swimming. I’m not ready to give up on this one, and there’s no harm in trying.
I’m also not feeling connections with the online community. The same “keep trying” logic seems to apply here. Blogs are awesome, so I have no intentions of quitting reading them or commenting.
*Laughs maniacally* A lot of the bloggers I read are all about the slow summer. Perfect, I said to self. I can be that too. I’ve hit a major milestone, and now it’s time to relax.
Please! No matter how many Seth Rogen movies I watch, I simply suck at being a slacker. For example, this “relaxing summer” came with chair duties, a building move at work, and article for a journal, a grant project and a Scenic Design at a rep theatre. That’s how you relax!
On top of this there’s land projects, house remodeling projects, art projects and oh yeah, regular old adulting. Somehow growing up I thought adulting would be a lot more “no bedtime, ice cream for dinner” than “bank, grocery shopping, lawn mowing, dishes”. Spoiler adult- it’s not.
Is this failing? Or a change of desires? I’m honestly not sure I’d change anything. Sure, it’s hectic, but submitting an article and working as a department chair both give me a rush I wouldn’t just get from sitting around. I kind of like accomplishing things. I like to plan more things than I can do. Which means I can’t complain about “busy”, if I choose busy. Yeah, it’s a choice. It’s my preferred way to be, and I’m kind of excited about it all. Perhaps a slow summer just isn’t for me.
I went on a vacation. A real vacation, that I paid for myself and work did not contribute in any way. We visited Woodstock Farm Sanctuary, volunteered the first day, attended the festival the second and visited Albany on the third.
Y’all, it was worth it and it really made me feel relaxed in spite of not taking it slow and *gasp* spending money. It might not seem like a big deal, but I was really on the fence about this. With a goal involving saving, a vacation felt so frivolous. However, it really was a good choice. I came back ready to tackle anything and this is a “failure” that is sure to blossom.
How about you? How is your summer going?