It's hard to change our ways.
I love writing, but I never do it. I wish this postboard were filled with my thoughts, an inviting wall of ramblings and musings and treatises. Instead, I haven't added anything in months. This is only my first post this year.
I love to take notes and organize my thoughts and plan for the future, but most of my life goes improvised, moment to moment. My calendar is only useful for work, not for real plans.
I want to be a scientist so badly, but it's so hard to take notes, to follow routines, or to be consistent in any meaningful way. My garden spreadsheet is woefully incomplete.
But. . . I don't know. I'm working on it.
It comes and goes. Mostly it goes. But here I am, adding my second post to the postboard. It's not long, and it's not elegant, but it's a thought I'll be glad to read again in the future, and I'm happy to share it with you.
My calendar does help me with work.
And my spreadsheet is coming along. In fact, I added to the log just today, and I'm going to try very hard to do so again on Friday.
I will be back, soon.
And then again, I will return.
Happy (belated) new year. I hope to hear from you.
