Today marks the two week mark in my chain of productivity and goal-setting. For the past fourteen days I have spent at least fifteen minutes each day cleaning, another fifteen or more exercising, and definitely more than fifteen minutes writing.
I wish I could say that my house is spotless, I'm magically fit and energetic, and I've become a great (or even good) writer, but that's not true. However, my laundry is done, my kitchen and bathrooms have been scrubbed, my filing is done and my computer room is almost liveable.
As for my health, I am moving more and sitting less and I have pulled out exercise equipment I forgot I had. The dogs are benefiting, too, because I have been using them to get me moving. It's amazing what a workout a hearty game of tug-of-war can be with 2 or 3 determined Rat Terriers.
The writing is the biggest change. After all it's not as if I didn't do any cleaning or exercise before these last two weeks, just not as much as I should. What I haven't been doing is writing, not for a very long time. I haven't done much even now, just these blog posts and one fun night of writing with a friend. But I'm doing something, and something can lead to more than just blog posts. I hope to start writing fiction again as well as a few memoir pieces. I really don't care what writing I do, as long as I am putting my thoughts into words. I've known some really great writers, and I'm not one of them. But I am happy to try, no matter how flawed the result.
I am so happy I found that article on productivity and even happier that I gave it a try. Even if I quit tomorrow, I would be glad that I have accomplished so much. But, since I'm not quitting, I look forward to seeing what else I can do.