I like my lists; you know I do.
I’ve had some long to-do lists lately…most written in my planner but some flitting about my head. This past week has been good for getting things done. Sometimes things just click, you know what I mean? Sometimes all the procrastinating shifts into productivity. Man, that feels good.
Earlier this week, I crossed a huge item off my list. I won’t mention what the thing was, not from coyness, but because I’m not ready to share just now. The point, anyway, is not what I did…the point is that I did.
Don’t think. Act. We can always revise and revisit once we’ve acted. But we can accomplish nothing until we act.
As soon as I did what needed doing (which, true story, has been on my to-do list since late July) (yep, I’m solid in the procrastination department), I texted a dear friend. I was so pleased in the doing and I knew she understood how hard it had been for me. I told her that the job was complete; I also told her I had butterflies in my belly and tears in my eyes.
This is what she texted back to me:
And those feelings are what happens when you touch your own “real”. Congrats on that too.
I read her words and the mistiness in my eyes became full tears on my cheeks. I cried only for a few seconds. The tears were release; the tears were recognition.
I felt connected to something deep inside and, I dare say, I felt connected to something bigger than myself. I don’t want to put words or names to any of it. I just want to tell you, and I want to remember.
It happens in the doing.
Keep doing, my friends. Keep doing.
Sending a little love your way, m
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