A fringe benefit of keeping a journal (and rereading it) over the course of years is that it separates you from yourself.
No longer having that job, that apartment, or those preoccupations, I see me a little more clearly—especially my flaws.
One flaw that I notice repeatedly in my entries is my tendency to have an idea, develop a plan around that idea, redevelop that plan, redevelop it again…and then never actually do it.
I took a fruitless stab at preparing my freelance profile on Upwork. I spent a good 2-3 hours organizing my computer folders and pulling relevant stuff in to a sort of portfolio folder, but didn’t make it much beyond that.
You could sum up my short-lived dream of making it as a freelance writer as plan, plan, plan, plan.
But no action.
It’s the same reason that it took me the better part of a year to complete a photo book of a vacation: 90% of the time I spent “working” on the book was tweaking layouts that needed no tweaking and rewriting captions that needed no rewriting.
As per yesterday’s post—It’s always time to start! Mind, you—not plan, but start.
Taylor Coe 