I have been procrastinating about this blog for months… again. It’s my very large streak of perfectionism… the old “all my ducks must be lined up before I take action” story. Don’t get me wrong – I’m fairly spontaneous when it comes to doing fun things with my friends and family. But when it comes to what I’m “putting out there” in the world, it’s more often than not got to be perfect. Hence, my book continues to live in the “to be published” phase. Do you recognize this in yourself?

The truth is there are always things to write about, comment on, argue for or against, take a strong stand for, figure out, offer, share. Always. As a matter of fact, I could safely say there are more things to write about, comment on and share than one person could ever handle, but I sure as hell do my best. I continue to save emails, notes and ideas, stashing them away to send out when I do my newsletter (which is still waiting in the wings for the right time). And they continue to pile up.

I realize, in holding this Vision I’ve been holding for nearly four years now, I feel I have lost some of my momentum – or at least misplaced it temporarily – and that has me scared. The clock is ticking more loudly than ever. I’m almost 50 years old and I need to get off my ass and live out what I’m here to do!

This panic often drives me to work until I fall asleep at the keyboard, often startled awake at 11 or 12 to a bunch of ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff’s on the page. I often wish I didn’t need to sleep (or like it) as much as I do. I sometimes wish I didn’t need to eat or take care of this body as much as I do. It simply feels like there is not enough time in one day, week, month, year or lifetime to do all the things I want to do, and that I’m steadily losing ground on what I want to create. I wake up at night wondering, “Is my book already written by someone else? Has the title been taken and I just don’t know it?” I can’t help but feel slightly guilty and embarrassed that it’s taken this long to get it closer to being published.

Then I remember what I tell my clients – starting new from this moment is all we can do. Regret will get us absolutely nowhere. I am teaching, once again, what I most need to learn myself… that forgiveness, self-love and discipline… this fine balance of qualities are what makes for a life of contribution and meaning. A life of mattering.

There is really no point to this little bit of verbal purging other than my attempt to at least get something out of my head and into the world. I will save my soapbox for the next posting. Suffice to say, I am – once again – renewing my commitment to share, to get “out there in the world” what lives in my head and heart, the issues and causes that make me flail my arms in the air in absolute frustration, cry with deep compassion or laugh with sheer delight. Woohooo!