Thank you to Robet Burns and his awesome poem, To a Mouse, for the inspiration for today’s post. For those too lazy to click the link, this is where people got that nice quote “The best laid plans of mice and men go often awry.” Just doing my part to support National Poetry Month (#NaPoMo), all.
So, how did my best laid plans get all aft a-gley? (I love pretending that’s a curse word – moving on.) It starts with good intentions and ends in pain.
Thy Wee-Bit Housie, too, in Ruin!
I started doing the first round of #ROW80 last week. I made it strong Monday morning. My wordcount was in, my Twitter time was down, and I had contacted both of my instructors about my upcoming school work. I was set to start Round 2 off strong and obtain my goals.
On Tuesday, Nature decided it wanted to have other plans. I woke up feeling fine. Did my routine, everything’s going all right – oh. My side hurts a lot. That’s okay.
Work work work – PAIN.
Work – PAIN.
W – PAIN.
I decided that I wasn’t going to finish the day and I should just accept it.
Wednesday – PAIN. Finally bad enough that I get over it and go to the hospital. After, what seemed like, every test available to man, they found out I had kidney stones. I get a pat on the head, some sleeping pills, and get shoved out the door. Oh, and yeah – PAIN.
The rest of the week was a blur. I missed school work and deadlines at the office. Things just happened and I reacted while under a curtain of pain. No writing, no exercise, no poetry. Just me, the pain, and a small bit of tunneled vision that let me react to things happening in my immediate vicinity.
I finally (mostly) recovered yesterday, and I’m trying to climb back to my feet.
Still thou are Blest, Compared w’ Me!
So, for my entire week of #ROW80 updates, yeah. I failed miserably. But I’m here now, and I’m on track to make it this week.
It isn’t all negatives. Last week I did severely limit my Twitter time – to the point where most of my followers must think I died of pain. It’s time to make a comeback.
An’ Forward, Tho’ I Canna See, I Guess an’ Fear!
It’s a bit crushing to be so completely sidetracked for an entire week. I only get so many of these in an 80 day period, and already my best intentions seem completely useless.
There is some famous saying about horses and falling. I’m sure you know the one; no one wants me spouting terrible cliches all over this nice, clean blog. I mean, c’mon! It’s all white and – what was I talking about? Horses and cliches? Oh right.
You know, on second thought, even mentioning the cliche-ness of the horse cliche is too cliche. This isn’t a ironic blog – I’m not a hipster. But that’s a topic for another day. So yes. Fall off a horse, get back up, blah blah blah.
I’ve always had a series of honest questions that I ask myself whenever something like this happens, and I’m going to share it with you fine people.
1) Did I fail to meet my goals because they are too difficult? If so, can I change the goals?
2) Are my goals still obtainable inspite of my failure to meet them? If not, can I change the goals slightly to make them obtainable?
3) How discouraged am I by this failure? Will changing my goals help me recover, or is it a wasted effort?
For #ROW80, I’ve decided that I’m not discouraged. I had a medical issue; it’s over now and I’m fine otherwise. The failure was brought on by intense pain and my procrastination wasn’t at fault. My goals are still obtainable, there is no need to change them, and they are not too difficult – mostly because I set them to be itty bitty steps. I won’t try to recover what was lost, but I will try to pick up the pieces of my motivation from last week and I will continue forward.
So, that’s my story of how my plans were aft a-gley and how I’m recovering. (And seriously, read To a Mouse today. It might inspire you to look at your life a little differently! Go NaPoMo!)
How about it readers – when your plans fall through, how do you pick up your nest and rebuild? Is it by looking at the big picture, or do you inspect every corner to find the problem?