May 08, 2001
I woke up this morning with a terrible cold. Rather that being miserable about using more Kleenex than is humanly possible, I was actually happy about feeling ill.
If I’m sick I can’t be creative, right? I don’t have to worry about trying and failing. All I have to worry about is if I am warm enough in my bed and have a lot of tissues near by.
I was ok with that train of thought for about an hour, when I realised I was just making excuses. I have been so afraid of starting something because I have been afraid to finish it. That sounds like the most absurd thing the world, doesn’t it? But it’s true.
After realising that, I decided that runny nose or not, I have to get my arse in gear. I have to really start treating this like a job or nothing will happen.
So I started to work slowly this morning on little projects I knew I could handle. I ended up working steadily without breaking or noticing time. I began to get things in order and when I looked at the clock, over five hours had passed. Instead of making excuses I did something. Perhaps it wasn’t a lot but it is something that wasn’t there yesterday.