I feel that very little is being accomplished on most days. Perhaps this is a loss of some sense of purpose. I suspect some of this has been in place since retirement (2 years ago last week) with the pandemic restrictions serving to deepen that sense of loss. For the past two years there has been much research writing happening. Some submissions have been rejected and are in a revision process -- a process that is difficult to engage with. Others are lost in a great editorial machine that likely is less functional since March, so responses have been slower than usual. There is much else to do, but that brings the conundrum of just where does one begin when so many things clamor to be addressed. The lyric "the weight of indecision in the air" fits perfectly for that 'to do' list.
Goals are still important, even when the certainty of when or where may be unclear at present due to outside forces. One must hold onto hopes and dreams and move forward as best as possible. Living in the moment is key, but future direction is needed for any forward movement to occur. As I often counseled students writing theses -- break it into smaller chunks and deal with them one at a time. This will provide some forward movement which could become the focus, rather than focusing on the finish line.
The song shared today uses the metaphor of a wall for the blockage I've been feeling. The lyrics note that we do have the power to move past it -- with a bit of work. <smile> Stay safe. Enjoy!
The Wall -- Kansas
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