It’s Write A Business Plan Month, and since I’m in the business of living, I think I’m gonna go for a Business of Living Plan. This should not be mistaken for a list of New Year Resolutions because I’m against those. This is more of a “Things I Intend To Do To Make Living More Excellent in 2020.” They are not ways to improve myself. Screw that. They are Fabulous Living Plans. Entirely different thing. For example, I can have as many French fries as I want on this Fabulous Living Plan because it does not involve restricting my food intake in any way. I may have to do that as another part of my life, but it does not go on this list.
I’m still working on my list, but it’s definitely going to include:
Painting and drawing again. A million years ago, I got an art degree. Very lately I have been wanting to paint again, lovely thick creamy acrylics, misty layers of water color, even the wonderful smoosh of oils. And pencil drawing, that thick and thin line, conte crayon on tinted paper, colored pencils like a rainbow . . . I dream about all of that now. And I bought new paints and brushes.
Setting up a working office again. I know this sounds like a resolution, but it’s not. I have this living room that’s lovely that I never use except to watch TV when Krissie is here. That’s dumb. I have an office that I never use because I’ve crammed all my writing and craft stuff in it. That’s dumb. But if I turn the living room into an office with a TV and some nice big chairs and a huge white board and a good desk . . . That room I would wallow in.
Setting up a studio again. And then I could use the back room that used to be an office for a studio since it’s mostly windows. I’m loving this idea.
Spending more time outside with the dogs. I live in Paradise, I should wallow in it. Unless there are bears. Then we come inside so the dogs do not become Bear Snacks.
Experimenting with my writing. As Sondheim once said, “If you know where you’re going, you’ve gone. Move on.” I have no idea what I want to write, but I’m looking at the unfinished things I have and thinking that maybe they’re unfinished because I wasn’t giving them enough room to be what they needed to be. I’ve always thought of myself as an outside-the-box romance writer, but it’s possible to be that and then spend thirty years (!!!) just building a bigger box.
Stick with the therapy. Therapy is saving my life right now. There are times when I think, “Really, I have a handle on this now.” And then I realize my issues need more than one handle. Like those suitcases that have one on the top and two on the sides and a big strap for over your shoulder and then two straps to carry it like a back pack? I need more handles so back to therapy. Also I love my therapist. Every time I say, “Fuck you, Jamie,” she laughs and says, “NOW we’re getting someplace.”
Crochet a lot. It’s like valium, except it’s yarn which makes me feel good without messing with my head and when I’m done I have stuff to give people.
There’s probably more, but those are things I want to do, not because they’ll be Good For Me (eat more green veggies! exercise every day! stop ordering things online!) but because they’ll make me feel good, living my best life. It’s a plan.
Needless to say, I’m expecting all of you to make a Business of Living Plan, too. The key is that nothing on it can be guilt-inducing or something you don’t want to do. Always Look on the Bright Side of Life. Nothing But Good Times Ahead. Howard Makes House Calls. (Sorry, Aunt Snack, I am stealing that sucker.)
So what’s in your business plan?