Not today, or even in general, but I had this crazy idea that I was going to knit something for my fiance for Christmas. You may have noticed, it's not Christmas anymore and I'm still working on this blanket. I picked the wrong yarn. I picked an ambitious project. I'm not stopping though. He's going to get this blanket. Maybe he'll get it in time for his birthday. Maybe in time for next Christmas.
I've found that taking on too much is the best way to get things done. Planning a big garden might net me a little one, but it's better than none. I like to putter at getting things done; trying to do everything at once makes me susceptible to feeling overwhelmed. It's a matter of breaking down the job.
Each thing can be broken down to smaller and smaller steps till I find something I can manage. Immediately after my first surgery, the idea of pushing myself to walk seemed insurmountable. So I worked on getting up. I broke that down to untangling the wires and tubes and sitting up. Each motion can be broken down further and further, including the decision to move a certain way in the first place.
If you don't dream big, I won't get anywhere. I'll keep dreaming big for now.
Your only limit is your imagination.
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