About Pushing

Post 53:

            Whew. It’s been a million mph for the last few weeks. Not my comfort zone, at all. Things I’m bad at, organizing, getting up early, change, picking up things, setting down things—that’s been my world, lately. At first I hated it, because every day seemed like something else I had to learn or deal with without the requisite skills or mindset.         

            But it got done. Now I won’t say it was a walk in the park, but there is something really liberating about stretching and straining, looking back in the rearview and saying, “how in hell did I make that happen?”

            Things happen by acting and doing. It takes miles and miles and your dogs will be barking, but there will be a time for rest, to put them dogs up and appreciate your good work.

            I think much of my life has been misspent planning. I like to think I’m logical and reasonable (to a point) and for the most part I still try to be, but often the over-analyzing that comes before the task is a waste of time. Something will happen that you couldn’t have predicted with all the planning and spreadsheets and power points in the world. So do and be done with it. If you go crazy and work your fingers to the bone, past the point you previously thought possible, you’ll sleep better.

            And then do some more the next day. It doesn’t matter if they are great pains for small gains. It doesn’t matter if people think you’re nuts. Guess what, nuts is plodding along, reacting to a world that is more than happy to push around the moveable objects.

            Push that mess. That sounds gross. Whatever. I’m going with it.

            See you after.