You ever had trouble sticking to an exercise program? I know I have.
What happens is, I'll start something, say running two or three miles four or five times a week. I'll do real well for awhile, maybe even a month, then something will come up that interrupts my exercise schedule. So I'll miss a few days. Then something else comes up, and I miss a few more days. Pretty soon I just say to hell with it, and give up.
I know that the smart thing to do would be to just pick up the program where I left off and get back after it. I just haven't been focused or disciplined enough to do it.
Writing has been the same way for most of my adult life. I've written 80 or so pages of three different books but never finished a single one. It's always the same. I work on the book pretty steadily for a month or so; then I get busy doing something else, usually my day job, and don't work on the book at all for a week or two. I never make a conscious decision to quit working on the book. But by the time I get some spare time again I'm preoccupied with some other idea or a different writing project.
I know I should pick the book up, start where I left off and for once in my life finish something. I know I should, but I don't. There's that old lack of focus and self-discipline again.
About two years ago, blogging began to fill the void that not writing regularly had left in my life. I knew I had a handful of people reading the blog, and I knew I was writing something pretty good every once in awhile. Those factors and some others drove me to write nearly every day. But lately even my once-faithful blog posting has dropped off. Last week, I hit a new low, writing only one real post the entire week, with a press release thrown in out of desperation.
The good news, at least, is that I have been exercising. No, I'm not lifting weights, swimming laps or even running. But I have been walking my dog. Rocky and I do a good one, at least 30 minutes, every evening and whatever we have time for in the morning or occasionally even at lunch time (OK, I know what you're saying; this guy has time to go home for lunch, and he's got the nerve to complain about not having enough time to blog; but anyway:) The walks are a good supplement to the exercise Rocky gets playing with the kids and wandering around Camp Cowboy. They're good for me too; I've even shed a few pounds in the two months since I got Rocky.
The bad news is, the time I spend walking and doing other things with the mutt has come directly out of my blogging budget. Spring is always hectic for me, since it is my busiest season at work. Add to the work schedule the ever increasing time commitment of my children's sports and activities, and it's very difficult for me to find time to hunt or fish, let alone write about them. Then I threw a puppy into the mix, and he immediately ate up what little time I had left.
Why, just this evening, as the kids began the nightly migration toward the place we call "sleepy town" (actually, I just call it that; the boys find it really annoying) I said to myself: "Hey, I may have time to write a blog post."
Then I let Rocky in from the back yard. He ran right to the spot where his leash hangs, wagged his tail, looked at the leash and looked at me.
"Oh yeah," I said out loud. "I guess I better take Rocky for a walk."
Don't get me wrong. I love my dog, and am delighted to have him after spending nearly 15 years without canine companionship. I love the stuff I do with my kids. I find their sporting events thrilling and feel privileged to have had the opportunity to help coach both t-ball and flag football this season. The unstructured stuff is a lot of fun too, like our recent camp-out and the Washington Nationals game we went to on Sunday.
To tell you the truth, I even like my job for the most part. Yeah, I complain when I'm busy, and there are customers and employees who drive me up the wall. But how many people get to make a decent living while spending about 60% of their workday outdoors? And yes, going home for lunch is a big perk too. So was the buck I killed in the woods behind my office last fall.
Still, even with all the fun I'm having, I feel a twinge of regret every time I sit down at the computer and don't write a blog post. I also feel bad about missing so many of the posts my outdoor blogging colleagues are publishing on a daily basis. As of last week, I officially felt that I'd abandoned the blogging program that had brought me so much satisfaction and helped me make so many great contacts over the last two years.
So I guess there's just one thing to do: pick up where I left off and get back on the program.
It won't be easy. My life will be no less hectic tomorrow than it was today. But staying up late to write this post is certainly a step in the right direction.
With a little luck and a few small sacrifices, I think I can once again become a force in the outdoor blogging world. Maybe the dog didn't eat the blog after all.
If I could just get him to quit eating my shoes. . .
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