#533: Closing Time
In which a door is removed, and a new space is created…
After a decent night’s sleep, everything is often more problematic than when I’m sleep-deprived. That may sound crazy, but my brain takes a while to adjust back to normality: take this morning’s Solitaire puzzle, which refuses to be easily solved. There’s a step in the card sorting I am missing, an obvious move that eludes me. It’s like losing my keys and simply not seeing them in front of me.
Last night we cleared out the majority of the outstanding work. There are a couple of emails I need to hunt down which I know need responses that got lost in the last couple of weeks of mental chaos. There was even time yesterday to sort out a Teaser Instagram post in reference to the Thing I wanted to do earlier in the year, which has now been cemented into the game plan.
Last week was a very good week indeed.
The rejection on Saturday morning has galvanised something in me that has been untapped for a while. After that email, I went and did a 45 minute HIIT session and pushed myself so hard I’m still hurting today. The tears afterwards weren’t frustration or anger either, it was simply relief: it mattered that I put the disappointment behind me. I can’t change other people, only myself.
It means that today I’ll be doing my best to make some sensible decisions when it comes to prioritising what happens when and what gets written. We’ll set aside a day this week for picking out submission spaces: nothing major is being planned for August, and I have begun pre-production on the poetry film project. All these things are positives that need to be leant into.
I need to get better at celebrating progression.
It also helps enormously this morning that a scheduled meeting has been cancelled. I have the washing out already. Sometimes, all you have are the little things as a yardstick.
Sometimes, happiness is the constants.