It's Wednesday. That means I have to report on my progress.
Hmmm. *thinking deeply* Progress. What is progress?
According to Dictionary.com (which I love so very much) the word progress means:
1. a movement toward a goal or to a further or higher stage
2. advancement in general
3. growth or development; continuous improvement
4. the development of an individual or society in a direction considered more beneficial than and superior to the previous level.
And you know what? There are many aspects in my life where I am advancing, growing, developing, and improving. Life is more than just writing, and we have to embrace all the growth and progress we have as individuals.
As a person I am a work in progress. I am more than a word count, or a publishing contract, or an author represented by an agent!
I am an onion! Just like Shrek! With lots of layers. And I'm progressing on many layers! Life itself is a work in progress!
So I will scream it to the heavens! "HECK YES I HAVE PROGRESS TO REPORT! I. AM. A. WORK. IN. PROGRESS!!!!"
I am improving on not getting so impatient with my children and on breaking the habit of armchair parenting (which doesn't work anyway). In the last week I am actually getting up from the computer chair and physically addressing and intervening in the latest drama/crisis.
I can run miles *up* a freaking mountain and not stop or feel like I'm going to die, which means that I have made significant progress for my 187 mile relay race across the back mountains of the Wasatch this Friday.
I am teaching my children to clean and cook, and I dare you to say that isn't work.
I'm drinking enough water. (You know that you'd be a lot more healthy if you drank more water, too.)
I have actually been able to get to some chapters of friends from one of my critique groups.
My hot water heater finally decided to work with me so I could have a lukewarm shower before running all over town, which was really good considering my early morning run. I improved and progressed from stinky to not stinky. (The whole onion analogy was very apropos on more than one level today.)
I slept pretty good last night.
And, I think that's all I have to report.
What? What about writing? I thought I just explained that my progression isn't all about the nifty status thingey in the sidebar.
Oh...fine. *lookingover to the side and shuffling my feet*
I'm not as far in the rough draft as I hoped because my goal of 3 pages a day is depressingly realistic. Deep down I thought I was aiming low and that I could do more than that. Not so much.
Join me in celebrating your life in progress. What progress are you going to shout to the heavens today?