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Aiming at Everything 1/7/2018

Tangent Girl, Master Distractor, Livin' la VidADHD. Whatever you want to call it, I am so easily pulled from my path, that routine and commitment are incredibly hard for me to maintain focus on any one goal for long enough to complete a task. The doing is partly its own reward but the actual completion of a task or achievement of a goal is a life-long struggle.

I struggle to stay on top of things, and sometimes the very best thing I can do is organise my mind to break down a job into smaller tasks, bite-sized, achievable chunks, and then report back to myself on how I am doing at getting each small thing done.

Reporting back is one of the uses of my blogs. I am writing to report on each thing done or left undone, both to motivate myself to get things happening and to reward myself with a report that someone, somewhere might read and think, Go Girl! and also to discipline myself for when I leave a task undone or a goal unmet: Do better, try harder, so I can report that I did the thing. That's why this blog will have private entries, because there are going to be moments where my commitment to unfailing self-honesty here does NOT need to be seen by the rest of the world (or the three people who might care enough to read this journal).

That said the only one who will get there is me, it is entirely on me if I fail, which I can and do and will, and I need to find the balance between forgiveness and moving forward.

Today's tasks include:

  • getting 15 boxes and bags of stuff to various thrift outlets
  • bath or shower
  • walk the dogs
  • archery practice 
  • archery blog started
  • organise for my week
  • arrange ride home from dentist for tomorrow
  • paperwork for student loan for youngest
I will check back at the end of the day to see how much of this list I have actually accomplished.

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