The other day, a horoscope app I use entreated me to “make a plan.” Now, let’s be honest, it’s not the most insightful horoscope giver if it’s telling me that, because there’s nothing I like more than a plan. The implementation of the plan? Hmmmm, well, that’s not always a success.
One of the reasons I started blogging again is because I legitimately believed I would have the ability to get things moving in my rusty little brain. I wanted to start a sub stack that would carry little works of fiction from my brain to people’s email boxes, though I don’t have much fiction percolating and I don’t have much readership to read it, even if I did.
All of this pondering to say my blog’s tagline, when I thought those things matters, is “stories of choices and consequences,” which was supposed to be what I wrote about, not a judgement of how I use my time on the regular.
Choices and consequences happen daily, in all areas of my life, and I’m trying to make better ones. (so many thousand steps, read something that makes me think, think about what I’m ingesting — physically, emotionally, and mentally. These are all parts of “the plan,” at least the plan I’m working on at the moment. Maybe the sub stack idea will come to fruition, maybe not. At least today I’m thinking about it again.
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