We had arrived
At the starting point
We had planned,
Discussed and set everything right
You had questions for me
I had answers for myself
I wanted to start the journey
By looking back
At the year.
I had thought I would be ready by now
With the pen in my hand
I had thought I would have decided by now
The borders of the pages
Where our to-be-discussions
Will be housed forever
Written in by my hand.
And yet here I am
Still not ready to go
Scenarios of when I will refer back
Running through my head
So I picked up the pen
And instead
Wrote a poem about
Struggling to go down
The path I really want to take
This is how
I procrastinate.
Some context:
In my post The Jar of Incomplete Phrases and Unanswered Questions, I mentioned Design Your Destiny. It’s a 5 week email course by Sublime Reflection centred around thinking about the year, and setting measurable goals for next year. Each week there is a 14–17 page booklet that arrives in the inbox.
I got my first week booklet on Monday and as I read through it, I was super excited to answer all these questions about 2017. I spent a good amount of time on Thursday debating whether I should do the worksheets directly in my bullet journal (bujo) or in a separate journal altogether. Decided this evening, to go for the bujo, I chose the tape I wanted to line the sheets with, sat down with my print copy of the booklet and the rest you know 🙂
I have written my poem, shared it here, I had better go review my year now…
Thank you for reading!
PS: ‘we’ is the poem is me and the booklet.
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