February is going to be a successful month for me. Why? Because I am willing it. Sheer mind over matter is going on my way.
I've got goals! But more importantly, I'm on the top side of my usual wave-pattern. I have bad months and I have good months. Now, my bad months aren't really bad, but more “down”, not necessarily in a negative sense. I'm just not as energetic or accomplished. January was a down month. That must mean February will be a home run, right?
I'm not going to sit here and take it for granted. I'm in a stretch of 29 days, and each day will ooze work ethic. I'll worry about March when March gets here. The past will stay dead. I'm living for now. And work!
Work is play, and play means writing, working out, meditating. I've begun to wake up early (at 7) to meditate for an hour before I even start my day. I've done a lot more Yoga, and have even begun to go outside to skip a little rope. Maybe my “voluntary” presence out of doors will key springtime.
I've been far more creative already in just the first few days of the month. I've started what I hope will be a stand alone novel, and though I've gotten off to a slow start editing my novel “Rising”, all I need is to kick the rust off a bit.
Now for a curiosity.
My last blog post had just 24 views in two days. That's down considerably from the 60+ views I had been getting, and the 100+ views one post received.
Maybe no one likes Yoga? Or I'm getting tired of posting my links all over the place, spamming the net.
You know, when you put too much in a net, the net will break!
24 views may throw someone else for a loop, but not me. It makes me not even care anymore, trying to win the prize, getting 100,000 page views. I'm going to refocus my attention, breaking away from selling my blog to the internet in order to worry about myself. I may be posting more frequently, and hey, maybe my posts will be of a lesser quality, but I'm not going to try to write what everyone will like, which I may have been doing with all the writing posts I've written in January.
I'm plain sick of writing about writing. There's more to life than that, right? Sure, I'll let a writing post slide through now and again, and I may even fill the net up with it, but not too frequently.
Why is this?
On my Yoga post I got some feedback from a few of the people who saw it, and it was really positive, so positive that I realized what I had decided before was ultimate truth, but had somehow forgotten through January as my hits went through the roof.
If even one person reads my blog and gets something productive/positive/inspiring out of it, or if I write even one thing that someone disagrees with, resulting in my learning from their point of view, I win.
And so does that one person.