Reflection, planning, and growing, oh my!

It’s the end of the year.  There’s only three weeks of 2012 left, and we’re starting to feel a little reflective, a little hibernate-y, a little wiser.  Things are slowing down, and we’re turning inward to see what we’ve learned in the past 365 days.

And at the same time, we’re also getting super excited about starting a whole new year!  It’s 2013 – we outlived the Mayan Doomsday (and Y2K and Hale Bopp, but let’s not get picky)!  The horizon is bright with all the possibilities!

Having both of those pull on you at the same time can feel weird, to say the least.  Are you supposed to be the calm, peaceful type, mimicking the season with your chill serenity?  Or are you supposed to indulge your inner five year old and look forward to all the awesome shit you’ve got planned?  I can’t decide!  I’ll do nothing instead!

Wouldn’t it be great if you didn’t have to pick between the two?

Enter The 2013 Self-Rediscovery Yearbook

The whole point of life is to really dig in and be your Self as hard as you can.  What better way to do that than by marking what you learn each year and planning to learn more awesome shit next year?

That’s what this yearbook is for.  You’ll scope out the good and bad from 2012, then use those lessons to lay out your 2013.  We’re talking soundtracks, artwork, bullet-point lists, brand-new things, and new thoughts.  It’s a self-guided system to get you in touch with your truest Self.

Inside these pages, you will:

  • Record your bests and worsts of 2012
  • Give thanks for awesomeness received
  • Forgive yourself and others so you can start fresh
  • Make practical plans for your Big 2013 Dream
  • Create your new year’s soundtrack
  • Write a letter to your future self

And it’s been updated since last year!  It’s got five new exercises to compliment the original badass reflection/planning awesomeness, bringing it to a whopping 41 pages.

The yearbook also comes with a free open-concept, 52-week planning calendar to help you stay on track with your goals (and to remember your granny’s birthday).  Just thinking about all that glorious white space fills my not-so-secret inner notebook addict with scribbling glee.

So!  Are you ready to get started on making your 2013 the best evar?  

I thought you might be.

Snap up the 2013 Self-Rediscovery Yearbook, and rock your new year!

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3 tactics for rocking the shit out of your projects

Looking over my first six-month business plan, I was overcome with urgency. I could see four major projects that would be a cinch to knock out if I had a few days to concentrate. Getting them done now would mean an easier winter – I could pour out every drop of summertime creativity and ensure a peaceful hibernation.

Of course nothing’s ever that easy. I angsted for hours, prodding friends into telling me that it’s okay to clear my calendar and do nothing but projects for a week. It felt like I shouldn’t – like it would be too self-absorbed or burning my candle too fast. Aaaaaangst.

Eventually, my Third Thoughts put her hands on her hips and said, “This is ridiculous. You know it’s the right thing. Just do it!”

So I did.

I chucked everything but client work out of my planner and set up an “up to my armpits in creative juices” autoresponder. Five minutes with a marker later, I had a plan.

Anything But Ordinary was already written; I just had to reorganize it into class form.

The 2013 Headology Yearbook had to be put into a smaller file and have new pages and a calendar/planner thingy added.

The Headology Handbook will never get written if I don’t start working on it; a skeleton outline is enough for now.

The Evil Auctioneer workshop needed a 10-minute speech to be functional; how hard could that be?

Add a handful of minor tasks and voila! One August Blitz.

I didn’t expect to get everything done, if I’m honest. I’m a perpetual Facebook/Twitter/email checker, and I figured that would derail me enough to trash my entire plan. The idea that I could complete four major projects in a few days seemed ludicrous – I’d never finish everything.

But I did.

I got every single motherfucking thing on that list done.

And because I got waves of praise from the tribe, and because lots of those messages were “I could never do that!” or “You’re so much more motivated/disciplined/creative than me!” I want to tell you how I did it.

There are three answers.

One was a surprise. One is super-obvious. One, you’re not going to like.

USE CONTAINERS

A container is pretty much exactly what it sounds like: a box to hold stuff in. For headology purposes, containers usually hold time or energy – they’re like boundaries for planning.

I decided that a regular work-week would be a perfect container for August Blitz. Not too short, not too long. Five days devoted to cranking out measurable, structured tasks. That would give me one day for each of the Big Four, plus a flex day to tie up loose ends.

Metacontainer accomplished! But to make it work, I had to give myself containers within containers.

I’m such a left-brained creative – I need a ton of structure for my projects; I can’t “just write.” I had a good two-hour panic, for example, the day I worked on the book outline because I couldn’t figure out how to organize everything; I couldn’t begin until I found a container for it. (Thank you, Melissa.)

Each item in the August Blitz container had its own box and set of criteria. By breaking down the big goals into smaller steps, I gave them measurable limits. I’d know when they were done and could gauge my progress as I worked.

Containers within containers! like a planning bento box.

Having all these containers made it way easier for me to focus, despite the constant Facebook-checking. I could tick things off in mini-containers and adjust my schedule against the metacontainer. Knowing I had a set amount of time and a set amount of work allowed me to set a maintainable pace – neither burning out or getting lazy – and everything got done.

SET BIG REWARDS

I cringe to admit this – mostly because I like to think I’m above it – but I respond really well to rewards. They just have to be the RIGHT rewards.

A fancy dinner or a night on the town as a payoff for completing August Blitz wouldn’t have worked. Shit like that just doesn’t motivate me because it’s too temporary.

What does motivate me is freedom.

The reward for finishing the Big Four was that I wouldn’t have to do any major business work until March when Inside Outside would need to be revised.

The reward for getting the Big Four and everything on the low-priority list done was that I could rest until June when my energy comes back.

And I did it!

Of course, I’ll still have blog posts, client chats, Chalk-talk, and social media between now and next summer. But the first two headology classes are done, the next stand-alone product complete, and the outline for my first book (did I just say first?!) is stacked by my desk.

Working hard for a week gave me freedom for nine months. That’s a hell of a reward.

DO THE WORK

No one likes to hear that there’s no magic bullet for being hyper-productive. But it’s true.

I could have planned it down to the font for the PDFs and mapped all my eventual free time, but unless I actually did the work, it wouldn’t have mattered.

No amount of containers or rewards will make you productive.

You do that yourself.

What made August Blitz work was me showing up every day, being present, and doing the work. One thing at a time, one step and then the next. Some stuff got done faster than I expected; some stuff took way longer. All that mattered was the commitment of being right there, right then, and working.

The secret ingredient is that there is no secret ingredient.

Told you you wouldn’t like it.

August Blitz is now a permanent part of my yearly business plan. Knowing I’ve got this wicked creative burst at my disposal lets me plan in alignment with my natural cycles.

That’s awesome for me and for the business, which means it’s awesome for you because you get a happy Ellie and kick-ass materials to play with. Win fucking win.

There’s nothing magical about anything I did. And this process doesn’t just apply to your projects, but your hobbies, you dinner plans, your errands, your chores, your kid-time, your holidays – all of it.

When you use containers, set up salient rewards, and commit to doing the work , no goal is out of reach.

It’s Hard to Get Back in the Saddle

New Year’s Eve wasn’t a holiday for me.  Instead, it was Moving Day #1; we moved everything to the in-laws’ down the street (only to move again a week later), and I passed out at 10pm, physically and emotionally exhausted.  I didn’t feel the release and shift that so many did as 2011 ceded to 2012.  It could have been any random winter day as far as I was concerned.  Kinda sad, innit?

Prior to that, my Christmas vacation left me needing another vacation, something I’d never dealt with before.  A week on the road, reliant on others to feed, house, and transport you makes it difficult to stick to routines.  For the most part, that’s good – shaking things up clears out the cobwebs.  But some of my practices are cornerstones of my self-care.  While on holiday, I didn’t write, meditate, or honour my dietary choices (Christmas is pretty much defined as wheat and sugar).  Missing those nourishing habits completely derailed me, and getting back on track felt impossible.

Between the mental exhaustion and lack of milestone-marking, I’m having a hard time transitioning into the new year.

After the moves, still nothing felt special, and all I could think about was how much I sucked.  I fell off three different wagons!  I didn’t want to do anything but hide in bed and watch TV because I was so blah.  To feel that drained of motivation and still be on the positive side of depressed is just plain weird.  My list of Big Girl Responsibilities threatened my brains, making it easy for the Evil Auctioneer to sweet-talk me into not taking care of myself.

You’re so fat from all the holiday food. Your happy weight is shot to hell, so what does it matter if you keep eating Toblerone? You’re way too disconnected from Source to meditate. Writing isn’t going to take you anywhere.  You don’t have anything interesting to say. Do nothing; it’s so much easier and safer.

It’s a lot like the Doldrums in Phantom Tollbooth Seductive, but deadly.

Somehow, in the middle of that laziness-inducing monologue, my Self managed to squeak its protest: Do the work!  Remember.

Even a tiny ounce of Self can outweigh the Evil Auctioneer if you’re listening, like hearing your name over the roar of a crowd – you automatically tune in.  Once you notice it, you can either respond and move towards it or stay lost in the sea of incomprehensible voices.

I chose to move.

But I couldn’t just plow my way back to 100% capacity, despite heaps of Very Important Work.  I had to find the edges between the Auctioneer’s bullshit and real resistance, to pry them apart so I could see what a gradual build-up to full power looked like.  Rather than forcing myself to get with the program and making room for the Auctioneer to start telling me I suck for not working hard enough, I instead needed to blend gentleness with discipline.

Turns out, that worked.

An hour with the planner rendered a two-page list into smaller actions that increased in weight over time.  A bit of routine re-institution here, a bit of businesslady duties there, outline the steps to make it happen, and voila!  Crazy-B-Gone.  Spreading out the heavy lifting across five weeks instead of everything being OMFGDOITALLRIGHTNOW (or dontdoanything) eased the burden so I could see clearly what was possible at my current energy level rather than panicking.  I still don’t know what my working power gradations look like, but having a plan that keeps me off the roof is what counts.

The lack of a New Year’s celebration and/or the need for Christmas recovery doesn’t have to bog me down to the point where I can’t move forward.  By embracing 2012 in a way that’s both self-caring and ordered, I’ve made it a million times easier to rise above the angst and build awesomeness instead.

And besides, it’s my birthday in less than a month – what better time to start a whole new year than when I actually start a whole new year?