A late review

I wouldn’t call this a new years resolution because I only thought it up yesterday, and honestly, I am only definitely committing to it for an experimental week but it’s as close as I ever come.

 

I never learned self-discipline, so I am going to treat myself like a naughty child. I’m planning all my work activities into strict time slots and I’m forcing myself to keep to them. Will I burn off my lazy coating and rise from the ashes with a sudden work ethic? Who knows. Will I launch off into a massive sulk and flounce around my head like a surly teenager? Oh yes.…..but I’ve still done more work by Tuesday than I sometimes do in a week.

 

So for the next hour I am posting my blog. I can ramble, I can follow tangents, but it has to take an hour. Longer and it won’t go up, Shorter and I might run riot in my little bit of free time and start something that wasn’t on the list, probably cooking toast which I will then forget till it bursts into flames. Like earlier. And yesterday actually, so the form is very exact. Strictly timed, like a physical haiku

 

And that sends my mind off into small poetry, and I think about a river of stones.  I wanted to join this project. I love the idea of recording just one small, polished, observed moment every day. I’m not sure I can commit to that, but I can waste a few minutes of my blog time trying to get my own moment into Haiku form, deciding I don’t like it and writing it again the same as before

 

Waiting at the bus stop

My coffee hand cosy my i-phone hand numb

I have no email.

 

 

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