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Checking in: The Year of Living Intentionally Steps 1-4

Note: This is part of a recurring series of posts I’m calling The Year of Living Intentionally. (Unofficially, I’m calling it That Time Leah Decided to Get Her Shit Together.) You’ll be able to access all the posts here. I hope you’ll join me on the adventure. Well, we’re almost two months into The Year of Living Intentionally project. Let me give you an update on how it’s going on my end. (Spoiler alert: It’s not. Well, it is, but like anything I do, it’s been a slow, bumpy start.) Step One: Stop the Loop. Oh, you guys, I don’t know. I think I’ve gotten better at this, though I’m surprised to say it. Often times without even thinking about what I’m doing now I can shut that mental window on the bad thoughts hamster wheel (mixing up my analogies just a bit here), so I can tell that the practice is becoming a habit. But it’s harder when the day’s been bad, or I haven’t gotten as much sleep, or I realize I…

Step Four: Get Up Early

Note: This is part of a recurring series of posts I’m calling The Year of Living Intentionally. (Unofficially, I’m calling it That Time Leah Decided to Get Her Shit Together.) You’ll be able to access all the posts here. I hope you’ll join me on the adventure. Today was the day I decided to go back to getting up by five a.m. like a crazy person (or like the Japanese author Haruki Murakami, who wrote the memoir This is What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. See, Murakami says that he rises every morning at four a.m., because the best work is the work done first thing in the day*). *This is why you shouldn’t read, kids. It gives you ideas.  But it’s my year of living intentionally, and this little part right here will be key to getting it right. So last night, I was in bed by nine-thirty in preparation. That part was kind of lovely. During the school year, we wake the kids at six-thirty, so getting up by five (like a crazy person and/or famous author) allows me that time in…

Step Three: Just Trust

Note: This is part of a recurring series of posts I’m calling The Year of Living Intentionally. (Unofficially, I’m calling it That Time Leah Decided to Get Her Shit Together.) You’ll be able to access all the posts here. I hope you’ll join me on the adventure. Writing–or novel writing, like I do, because who needs a sane job–is a weird profession, and it’s not for people with borderline self-esteem issues who feel much better about themselves when they know where they stand in the world. Not saying I am such a person, of course. Just speaking in general. Other than that one time I married David even though I barely knew him (not a very big deal at all, really), very rarely have I ever been okay with not knowing how something I was endeavoring to take on would work out. I need to make sure people like me well enough, for one thing. And I’ve never not had a job where I haven’t been working toward the next promotion (hey, publishing, I’m looking at you!), or next marking period (or, in…