Life is short. Even if you believe in reincarnation, life is short. All that popping in and out wears you out. So get on with it.
I don’t need the full back-story. Just get on with it.
That paragraph that is causing problems? Just get on with it.
Want to learn something? Just get on with it.
Unhappy? Change something because if you don’t, you are going to wake up tomorrow in the same unhappy shit. Just get on with it.
Yep. That’s my tag line. Just get on with it. If we did? 99% of the time we would be happier. That 1% is worth the risk. Besides, that 1% is learning material. Even if you do land in it? Change something and…
I will share a little secret? If you happen to have an aching hole in your self/soul/whatever you want to call it? It can’t be fixed by moving, finding a new boy/girlfriend, buying something or any other plasters you shove on the wound. It has to be fixed by mending it and that takes time. Yes, time takes time. It’s a bitch but it is the truth. You have that hole? Start looking for a therapist. Don’t stop until you find one who understands you. You’ll know. You will feel comfortable and think maybe you can share your darkest secret with them. But the only way to fix it is to get on with it. It won’t heal itself. No one is going to drop a miracle on your butt and poof it is gone. It takes work.
I’ve been stuck in the first paragraph of the third chapter of Standing Stone. I’m not happy with it and have done several rewrites. None of them are good enough. Today I pulled out my notebook and I’m going to try a rewrite on that. That paragraph is a transition from the last chapter that I need and I am stuck.
If there is one thing in life I learned excuses are your reasons for not getting on with it. I know. “Yeah, so what?” Ah but you see if you really wanted to do it, you would get on with it and not make excuses. It’s easier to say I want to do this but… than it is to actually do it. We live in a wishful society. If only. Right. We covered that in another post.
I would write a book but… If only I had more time, I would… Let me tell you a secret. It ain’t gonna happen. You will NEVER get more time. That but will never disappear. It’s a nice way of making sure you don’t fail at something you don’t really want to do. Sounds good on paper. Right. Reality is it makes you sound boring as all hell. Either do it or shut up about it and go on with your life. Interesting people go on with their life. They are too busy living to indulge in this. They are too busy living to criticize others on what they are living. And they don’t bother to pay attention to the if onlys. They might not even spend a bit of pity. Why? Because they are headed out to live. Pity takes time. Time is a wasting. Either do it now or shut up about it. Don’t be like my mother who’s last words to me were, “I always thought I would have more time to do what I wanted to do.” I’ll let you in on a secret. That woman did exactly what she wanted to do. She never let go of that “If only”. After 36 years you think the stupid woman would have realized she needed to live her life instead of trying to change me so she could live her life. I’m just fine. I always was. It just took me a while after her negative rantings to realize it. It took me a while to say “I was abused.”
Today? I’m getting on with it. If I don’t do it, I don’t want to do it. Yes, the Lupus limits me. Yes, the pain limits me but there is always something I can get on with. And on good days? I can get on with the other stuff. I know my limits and today, it is okay. Just get on with it. That sun is going to set sooner than you think.