One thing I noticed today as I was sleep training our 5 month old son, Liam, and potty-training our 23 month old daughter, Haris, they were both crying (no tears, plenty of noise)…
These are all the items I took with me when Haris was going to lay down to take a nap. My intentions were to read each book for 20 minutes, journal for 10 minutes or so, work on a monologue, reassess my goals and plan, answer 2 emails, and read 3 others. Easy enough.
Definition of regret
2: to be very sorry for
- regrets his mistakes
How much do you have?
I moved from thinking to doing. And guess what happened . . .
This past week I entered a short story writing competition! Yay! Go Court go! The story had to be 1500 words or less. And there were a few challenges I hadn’t expected.
. . . or at least I thought I did.
To get to work by 8:00am the latest I can wake up is 6:15am, to leave the house by 7:15am. We live 12 miles from where I work, but this is LA, I’ll need 40 – 45 minutes to be on time. Well last week . . .
Remember when Rufio in the movie, “Hook,” drew the line between those who believed Peter Pan (Robin Williams) was Pan, and those who didn’t believe he was. Choices were made (even with doubts), and there wasn’t an in-between. Certain things, habits, people, etc., belong in certain spaces and/or times. I had been allowing my day job (the school) to cross the line into other specified time.
Okay, clearly I’ve missed posting the past 2 weeks. Why? No excuses, and no reasons either. What’s important enough to stop me from writing?