It is New Year’s Day, January 1, 2015, and I thought I wasn’t going to make any resolutions this year. I’ve got a new job, and in the second half of 2014 I set goals to make sure I didn’t forget my personal life in the excitement of my new work life: exercise four times a week, blow dry my hair twice a week (I work from home).
After a couple of months on the job, I carved out time – 6 AM – for exercise, and I managed to dry my hair and (gasp) wear makeup at least twice a week. I felt pretty good accomplishing those two goals and didn’t feel like I needed any others.
The only problem is that the 6 AM time slot used to be my writing time. So while I’m adding health and hygiene back into my life now that I work full time, I haven’t managed to add writing back in. I rarely write for myself anymore. I’ve journalled maybe 5 times since I began my job in July, and many of my recent blog posts have been photo-heavy or have been recycled content. Not so thoughtful or writerly anymore. I haven’t been to my critique group in six months, and I quit my craft group as well (sniff).
I want to change that in 2015. So I guess I’ll be making a resolution after all. It feels like I’m going backwards: last year I resolved to focus on the nuances, the skills, the craft of writing, this year I’m just trying to write.
I’ll start small. I’ve fallen out of the habit of writing. It is no longer a part of my daily routine. I want to add it back into my life, to make it as integral to the structure of my day as coffee and exercise are.
In 2015, I resolve to dedicate ten minutes a day to writing. Ten minutes is so little. I can do it after my 6AM workout, when pushups have gotten my creative juices flowing. Or I can do it before that workout, when I’m still in a dream state. Or on lunch. Or on a break. Or in bed when I realize, Oh crap, I haven’t written yet today.
I don’t have to post what I’ve written to my blog, though sometimes I’m sure I will. Like this post, the first of 2015’s ten-minute writes.