Many people have asked exactly how I went from living in Toronto with a house, a car, lot of furniture, two cats and career as a Professional Organizer on the edge of becoming one of the country’s leading experts to living in Spain, writing novels, blogging and creating workshops to help people clear the Somedays from their lives. So, while I’m off showing Raul everything about my Canadian life, here’s a bit more about my past.
The following is an excerpt from the first week of the second workshop I’ll Get Around to It Someday (currently in production). Next week I’ll let you know how I ended up in France and in two weeks I’ll take you to Spain with me.
“Don’t fool yourself that important things can be put off till tomorrow; they can be put off forever, or not at all.”
– Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic’s Notebook
When I was twelve years old, I decided that I was going to be a writer, but that I was too young to do anything about it. I even knew that I wanted to do it in southern Europe somewhere (I had decided this by picking a spot in Europe not too hot, not too cold).
When I started university, I considered applying to a creative writing program, but I decided that free tuition by going to the university where my father worked was more important. And no one became a writer from a university degree.
When I finished my undergraduate degree, I decided that I needed to go back to school to gain skills that would get me a job, because after a lifetime in school, earning good money was important to me – I wanted to buy things.
When I worked for a place that made me very unhappy, I stopped writing altogether. It was only a break, I told myself, until I was happier.
When I started my own business, making it successful took up all my time and eclipsed any writing. I was being creative, doing business-related stuff. That had to count for something writing-wise, didn’t it?
For twenty-five years, I said that someday I would become a writer. Now was never good enough. I even had short stories published and yet still said someday. At each major decision moment in my life – ages, 12, 19, 25, 27, 30, and 34 – I said “no, they’ll be plenty of time for writing later.”
- I’ll get around to it someday: putting off what you want to do thinking you’ll have all the time in the world to do it later.
- What are you putting off until later?
P.S. Remember that for an unspecified time during my vacation, I’m offering the first workshop: Someday My Ship Will Come In for free. Visit the workshop page today and start clearing your life of Somedays.