I've been off work since last Wednesday morning, and it's nice to have so much leisure time I actually feel a little bored. I'm sure it also means I don't have enough hobbies, but I'm continuing to work on that.
Last year when I started this blog, I had a goal of writing something every single day. Wow lady, what a lofty goal! I did pretty good the first few months but have found it hard to keep up. Returning to work while I was still adjusting to medications has not been easy. I'm finding my energy hasn't bounced back quite yet, although I'm sure I will get there. It doesn't help that it's kind of one thing after another - surgery, then medication, then surgery again earlier this month. (Which I will have to blog about another day because was THAT ever an interesting experience.)
Still, even if the pace wasn't achievable, the goal did get me writing more frequently. I do enjoy putting pen to paper (or fingers to keypad, as it is) and just reflecting on the interesting, the mundane and the transformational in my life. It's therapeutic in a way. For this next year I think I will set a more reasonable target but something that still stretches me. Some of my favourite blog posts were ones where nothing interesting happened that day and I had to delve deep into a question or scenario to write my post.
The other thing I've enjoyed about my blog is that it's a bit of a barometer for how much I'm caring for myself. When I don't even have 15 minutes in my day to write, I know that I have sunk too far down the priority list and I need to do something about it. I'm still not very good about reprioritizing but one of my goals for 2015 will be to get better at it. I look back at my experience with cancer and I can't quite believe myself. I had symptoms for a full month before I went to the doctor! And then only because they had taken a turn for the scary. I remember thinking it would clear up on its own...or that I just had to get through the Christmas season...and then I didn't want to ruin our holiday so I waited and kept quiet. I was so low on the priority list I wasn't even on it! If I'm not willing to find the lesson in that, it would be a wasted life experience.
Last year when I started this blog, I had a goal of writing something every single day. Wow lady, what a lofty goal! I did pretty good the first few months but have found it hard to keep up. Returning to work while I was still adjusting to medications has not been easy. I'm finding my energy hasn't bounced back quite yet, although I'm sure I will get there. It doesn't help that it's kind of one thing after another - surgery, then medication, then surgery again earlier this month. (Which I will have to blog about another day because was THAT ever an interesting experience.)
Still, even if the pace wasn't achievable, the goal did get me writing more frequently. I do enjoy putting pen to paper (or fingers to keypad, as it is) and just reflecting on the interesting, the mundane and the transformational in my life. It's therapeutic in a way. For this next year I think I will set a more reasonable target but something that still stretches me. Some of my favourite blog posts were ones where nothing interesting happened that day and I had to delve deep into a question or scenario to write my post.
The other thing I've enjoyed about my blog is that it's a bit of a barometer for how much I'm caring for myself. When I don't even have 15 minutes in my day to write, I know that I have sunk too far down the priority list and I need to do something about it. I'm still not very good about reprioritizing but one of my goals for 2015 will be to get better at it. I look back at my experience with cancer and I can't quite believe myself. I had symptoms for a full month before I went to the doctor! And then only because they had taken a turn for the scary. I remember thinking it would clear up on its own...or that I just had to get through the Christmas season...and then I didn't want to ruin our holiday so I waited and kept quiet. I was so low on the priority list I wasn't even on it! If I'm not willing to find the lesson in that, it would be a wasted life experience.