Gratitude and Momentum

These are my two guiding principle words for 2013, for writing, for life, for anything I can think of to apply it to.

Gratitude for what I have

It’s been many years since a friend asked the question, “What seeds are you planting in your life?” and I stopped holding onto catalogues and reading them over and over, daydreaming about what I’d love to buy, thereby planting seeds of dissatisfaction with what I did have. And I’ve kept that one up. If a company is so foolish as to send me a catalog, I might flip through it once before sending it immediately to the recycling bin. That one simple habit made a huge difference in my satisfaction in my home.

All is not rosy, of course. There are areas that drive me nuts. For example, I’ve let my organization go to pieces, and the stress that induces is getting in the way of my creativity, so I’m taking time this month to get my house in order. There is a chair that bugs me and I have dropped the daydream that I will reupholster it. It’s a lovely dream, but if I attempted it, I’d come close, but it would never make me happy. So I’m trolling sales. Also, I hate my cool, modern living room rug that sheds worse than an animal without giving me the affection a pet would. I’ve given it a year and no change; the rug’s days are numbered. I’m grateful for what I have and prepared to take action on what needs it.

So now I have to continue to apply this method to my writing life/publishing journey. I’ve been carping on about this for a few months, but I think that means I’m at the tail end of my transition: the daydreaming about my fabulous success, while fun, made it more difficult to handle my lack of actual publishing success. That disconnect planted giant seeds of discontent.

Think of the body language of discontent: shoulders hunched, brow furrowed, eyes downcast. Then think of the body language of gratitude: arms open wide, or embracing something/one, face open, lips smiling. I’ll choose number two.

I have time, a supportive family, talent, drive, discipline, inspiration, resources for further education, finished and drafted manuscripts, ideas. Because I’m a religious lady, this all comes back to God and what he has given me and made possible for me. I vow to be grateful for all of it — even while working every angle I can to make my work better and stronger.

I was in just such a state of gratitude when I was writing the first draft of It Is You and it was glorious. I’ve always love big-hearted fiction, and I don’t think I can write it if I’m suffused with bitterness. So I’m going to focus on gratitude. It’ll be a discipline, for sure. But it’s got to be more fruitful than the discontent was.

 

Momentum

According to a variety of sources, Jerry Seinfeld writes every day. He credits his calendar. Any day he works on his material, he marks off that day with a big X. His goal is to keep the streak of X’s going. In fact, the visual of the line of X’s is itself motivation for him sometimes — seeing that and knowing that he might break the line gets his butt in the chair.

If it’s good enough for Jerry Seinfeld, then it’s good enough for me. It’s simple. It’s achievable. Especially if I make it any writing-related activity: novel, blog post, potential article. Writing my prayers don’t count for this, but I can use the momentum idea for that, too: any day I do my Bible reading and prayer thing, I get to X off a day on the calendar. So today, while I’m out buying a few organizational products, I’m going to get a little desk calendar to track this momentum project.

Dat’s it

Our landlady in Astoria, Queens, was a widow who still hung on to her Greek accent. She’d end most conversations by brushing her palms together twice as if washing her hands of something, and say, “Dat’s it.” I’m going to wash my hands of bitterness and stuckness. Gratitude and momentum: that’s it. I can do that.

How about you? Do you have a word or idea you’re focusing on for 2013? Or are you more of a concrete resolution person?

 

 

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11 thoughts on “Gratitude and Momentum

  1. writing every day…in a perpetual calendar…including what we did and how God was in my day….personal writing is what i am doing…keep up your awesome work Natalie, it is a joy to read your writing…and you WILL be published!

  2. Thanks, Grace — I hope so! Personal writing is so good, too, and thanks for the reminder to write how God was in my day; I often forget that part of it when writing my prayers.

  3. Love the body language reference. Pressfield also talks about momentum in Do the Work. Have you read it? Well worth the day or so it’ll take.

    But the best part of this post is the landlady. Dat’s it! You nailed it. Have a great 2013, Natalie!

    1. Thanks, Vaughn — she’s my favorite part of this piece, too. And a great landlady. Her husband had planted two peach trees and, after he died, there was nobody to eat peaches, because she didn’t like them. So there we were, in the middle of NYC, eating peaches grown on trees in “our” back yard.

      I read Writing Wednesdays, but haven’t read any of Pressfield’s books…yet. I think it’s about time.

  4. Control. That’s the word that I am choosing to focus on this year. I’ve struggled for as long as I can remember with the illusion that I had total control over my life. To some extent I do, but I’ve finally accepted that my authority over things doesn’t stretch past the front door of my home. And even that is debatable.

    Perhaps instead of saying I’ve truly swallowed this pill, I guess you could say I’m still chewing and downing it piece by piece (its a big pill 🙂 ). I’m waiting for that super sweet aftertaste of freedom I hear so many strong Christians I know tell the story of. The one where they go on and on about how peaceful life is since they’ve learned to hand EVERYTHING over to God and just live.

    I’ve found myself handing things off little by little, small things first according to what I believed God could handle (silly me). Never fails that when I’ve handed him “baby” issues, he quickly goes to show off and takes an even bigger chunk of my life for his tending. Proving to me that he’s a “big boy” and can handle the solid food of my life, rather than the drops of milk I ante up to him as a last resort.

    I, like you, also want to let go of bitterness. The bitterness that first came with the realization that I don’t have the control I once believed I did have.

    Instead, I’m embracing that I don’t have to do everything on my own or try to figure everything out TODAY. God can handle my life even down to the finest detail. I want to chew and swallow the rest of that pill and really experience child like faith. I want see my lack of control as a blessing and relax in the fact that no matter what happens God knows what is best for me.

    Happy 2013 Natalie!

    1. Woah baby, that’s a big one, Evvia. Your description of handing God baby issues which he then shows off with cracked me up, though — so right.

  5. “No, thank you.”

    I am lately in the presence of how often I am eager to mindlessly nod, go along with or otherwise capitulate to subsumed requests made in my general direction. Months go by and I wonder where did my time go and when I review I think… I did all of these very fine activities and accomplished a great deal ~ for some. one. else.

    So then, “No, thank you.”

    And thank you for asking what my brain has been up to, Ms. Natalie.

    ps. Congratulations on the the new cyber-identity. Lovely to read you again.

    1. That’s a good one, Catherine. Just when you think you’ve broken through all the years of training to “be nice,” you realize you’re not done with it yet. I wish you tons of intestinal fortitude to carry it through. 🙂

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