Cheerleaders
Once I did a project with a friend where we each wrote down what we wanted to accomplish. I believe I had eight things. Since we illustrated our resolutions, my quotes of what I wanted were scattered throughout my illustrations. Shortly after we did this, she moved back to the states and in time I forgot my little artwork.
A few years later, I found it when I was cleaning and reorganizing my studio. I looked at my page, turning it this way and that to read the resolutions that twisted around and through the colored sketches. I was surprised to find I’d accomplished every one, including losing weight, getting a book published (actually by the time I found it, I’d self-published three books) and finding a partner (now a friend, but nonetheless, I managed to reenter the dating scene after years of still feeling married to my deceased husband.)
I don’t remember what the rest of my resolutions were and a new search of my studio didn’t result in finding it. Perhaps it requires actually cleaning and reordering the studio to warrant this reward; but this exercise taught me what I’d learned long before and forgot. Writing resolutions down has a sort of magic. I think it moves them to a different, more active part of our brain. Even though that part of the brain might still be in the subconscious regions, somehow our written-down resolutions sit there as little telepathic cheerleaders, urging us onward to action.
Lest I grow too listless again, I think perhaps it is time to make another list!!!
Today’s Word of the Day is “Cheerleader.”

There’s something about writing a list. It’s like making a commitment to do things. I’m a new widow, 2 weeks and 4 days today. Very sad time, but it may be a good time to write some thoughts.
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That’s what saved me. I wrote a book that started while I was nursing my husband and dealt with the first year after his death. Do it, Alice!!!
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