Not everyone are structured planners. These non-structured people, when forced to plan, become quite disgruntled, and even lost. Today, I have an example of the opposite: A structured planner, who has let stopped or reduced their structured planning. Enjoy.
by Jmore from Scribbles n Scrawls
A friend of mine said to me a couple days ago, “You always have a plan… something I’ve always admired.” Of course, it made me think. If it didn’t, then there’d be no blog discussion of it, duh!!
I’ve always been a planner. It’s my Virgo nature (I hold firmly to the fact that I am a Virgo, not a Leo as the “new” astrology theory dictates) to be neurotically meticulous and organized. I plan my days, I plan my meals, I plan my workouts, I plan my vacation, I plan my finances, and I managed to learn how to build in some ‘wiggle room’ for spontaneity. At least I used to. And endured a lot less stress because plans allow me to set goals. Goals allow me to get things done that I need to get done, and they allow me to obtain things I want to have. I do well with structure that I create for myself. Plans allow me to relax and enjoy my life.
Somewhere over the past couple years I let people convince me I was too rigid, too strict, needed to ‘loosen up’ and learn to ‘play it by ear’, ‘live one day at a time’ and the one I hear the most is ‘you need to learn to live in the moment’.
Talk about a recipe for disaster. At least for someone like me. Following these cliches, while again trying to convince myself that my need for structure was a character flaw, went totally against my personal nature.
When I don’t know what’s in my bank accounts day to day, when I don’t know my credit limits, what I’m going to have for lunch, what my options are for dinner, when my workout is going to be, what I’m up to for my post-work entertainment, I feel out of control, I feel like I’m at the mercy of someone else’s whims and typically, that’s what happens and I end up resentful.
What else happens when I don’t plan? Blogs that once had a nice following fade away and never get written. Comic strips that were mostly daily and had a following get pushed back and pushed back and eventually stop and fans get bored and move on, probably never to return. Who follows a flaky writer? That may have worked okay for writers who bang out a novel every 1-2 years, there’s room for flakeage, but now… yea, not so much.
My bigger dreams get left in the dust, too. Like finishing the story that First Insight introduces. Like continuing with Convergence, a story that brought in readers and fans I never thought I would appeal to. Getting those things completed and published. Things I love to do, know I will succeed at, all fall to the wayside because I’ve been trying to ‘live in the moment’ and instead of scheduling writing time and keeping up my productive, creative habits, I ‘play it by ear’ and get nothing done.
I won’t even talk about what this has done with my workouts. Or my diet. Or (for now) what the weight regain and lack of motivation has done for my sense of self-worth. I’m sure that will come up when it needs to and a blog will be there about it. My plans and goals motivate me. Without them, I’m a listless piece of couch potato poo.
A few weeks ago I decided enough is enough. I can’t live that ‘in the moment’ mindset. I started with my debts and finances. Now, in less than a month, though things aren’t ideal for my liking or comfort, huge strides have been made to take care of things. My comic book is going to be released soon as a downloadable ebook (by end of Februrary) and I want to have a bound and print version of it on Amazon etc by the end of March. I also want to get my comic strip up and running again and there are discussions of musical collaborations and podcasts with other creators. None of that gets done without plans, goals, and time management.