I have decided that this year is getting the code name, Operation: Do All the Things. Why? Because I have decided that this is the year that I am going to do all of the things that I have been wanting to do or get done. Why a code name? Because as Helen Keller once said, “Life is either a daring spy adventure, or nothing.” (At least that’s what she would have said, if Anne Sullivan would have let her play spies when she was kid.)
This is what she actually said . . .
So far, I do believe that I am off to a good start. In the first month of this year, I have, in no particular order:
- Rewritten/polished the first quarter of my novel (130ish pages) and sent it off to readers
- Delivered my second children’s book to the printer for publication
- Maintained my blog schedule (okay mostly, I’ve been slacking on the poetry)
- Got a diagnosis and game plan to get my ankle fixed
- Hired to do a series of articles with the possibility of future projects
- Formed an LLC
- Read the first two plays in Shakespeare’s canon (I want to read all of them)
- Reorganized my bedroom/closet
- Cleaned out my car (My trunk still had stuff from my move 2 years ago . . .)
Needless to say, I have been busy. Beyond the obvious benefit of getting things checked off my to-do list, it has also been a wonderful distraction. Distraction not only from my aunt’s death in December, but also from the anniversary of my mother’s death . . . which was Sunday . . . and I didn’t realize that until last night. I missed the anniversary. My initial reaction was to immediately feel guilty. What kind of daughter forgets the anniversary of her mother’s death? The guilt however, was quickly replaced with joy. For the first time in 12 fucking years, I didn’t spend all of January, and the first half of February bogged down by residual and remembered emotions. For the first time in over a decade I didn’t start off my year as a complete mess.
Okay, I was still a bit of a mess, but I wasn’t paralyzed into inaction. I wasn’t stifled or hindered. Instead I made strides and moved forward. I moved on with my life. Which is both bittersweet and fantastic all at the same time. I feel like I could use a good cry and then a cheers with good friends and a bottle of wine. I’m not forgetting my mother, I’m choosing to leave the pain behind. I’m not living for my aunt, I’m living in her memory. Therefore, I am going to do all the things. It is time.
