So this is September, and though it feels like I’ve been spinning my wheels I achieved more than I anticipated. We had a death in the immediately family which put us in a combination tailspin / holding pattern. It’s kept us away from home off and on, more than we’re used to, and I fear when school starts my brain will be too scrambled to return to normal. My day job, which I do remotely, has helped maintain my sanity and I’m grateful for it.
There are other things I need to fix to feel a hundred percent, namely writing. I haven’t written anything original since finishing my recent WIP, and though I’ve taken breaks before I worry about slipping my 1K goal back into routine. I need my personal space to work again and I long to be there. I’ve been circling Point A since July and I worry fuel is low.
I started a bullet journal in June, one thing I hope to use to get back to where I once belonged, to steal from Paul. The Bullet Journal site does a better job of explaining it that I could, and as I Google images of other people’s journal I realize mine is rather primitive. Eh, it’s early in the game and I’m learning. I don’t feel as though there’s a wrong way to do this, but I’d hope by 2017 mine will pretty up nicely. Anyway…
In my journal set up a monthly grid of daily goals for each month. In August I set the goal to post one Snapchat selfie, which I would then share on Instagram and Pinterest. I’d take the picture, and mark off the goal on my grid.
You can see the entire month on my Pinterest board, but more likely you’re probably asking, “Why?”
Well, I hadn’t gone into August with the purpose of doing this. I had intended to start doing more with social media, but the idea of selfies happened after a somewhat sad discovery.
That death in the immediate family I mentioned earlier? My mother in law passed unexpectedly in mid-July. That first week, we helped my father-in-law make arrangements and settle affairs, and one thing we had to do was find a recent photo of my MIL for the funeral home. We searched the whole house and found hardly any suitable pictures to send.
My MIL didn’t like having her photo taken, and while there are pictures of her with us, and my daughter, the most recent are 10-15 years old. They are good pictures and we’ll have them, but my FIL seemed rather sad that he had nothing from their last year together.
I have never liked having my picture taken. I never like the way I look in photos, yet family and friends bug me to pose with them. It’s likely my family won’t have much in the way of pictures when I die, unless I change that. Social media makes self-portraits too easy, and I know the more popular users may spend hours and lots of money to stage one shot. Me, I’m cheap.
Snapchat, at least, has filters that put makeup on you and make you look like an alien. So for August I made it a daily goal to step outside my comfort zone and take a picture using a different filter. Not all these pictures look like me, but I see it as a good start…and an indication to my future grandchildren that Nana had a sense of humor. Taking pictures isn’t easy for some people, I would know, and who knows what fall will bring?
I’ve decided September will bring book videos for Snapchat and Instagram, as well as boring shots of the weather and gardens. If you want to follow along, hook up with kat-reads on SC and kat2112 on Instagram and let’s trade goofy smiles.
These exercises may seem silly and pointless, but for an introverted person who erases more tweets than she posts, I think it’s a step forward. Some people may tend to overshare, but after recent events I want to step out of my comfort zone a bit and at least bluff bravery. I still want to write, too. Somebody add two more hours to the day, I need them.