With Cindy and Ben working and Robyn in Calgary, this Sunday was actually a good time to keep working on my next project. I thrashed for an hour or two before I had to stop and figure out what was bugging me.
Often times I get so eager to get moving forward that I start in the middle and start writing. That’s fine up to a point but sooner or later I need to step back and reset.
That’s where the Shipit Journal comes in.
Seth created the journal several years ago as a way to document the fears around projects right at the start, so you could call them out and then deal with them. It’s also a good way to look at your project from several angles so that you can identify everything that needs doing.
In my case, I was starting the ‘doing’ without really identifying all the pieces that needed to get done. So my head was full of ideas for other stages of the project. And a cluttered mind doesn’t do great work.
So I took an hour and filled in the Shipit Journal from front to back. It was well worth it – even though this is a solo project, I was able to identify several areas where I could get some outside help. Plus, I wrote down all the areas of the project that needed good planning and design, from the pre-launch through to finding sponsors and partners. All in one little booklet.
Back in the day, Seth made these booklets in 5 packs so your whole team could fill them in. But they are out of print. I was lucky to get a paper copy as part of my altMBA package, which is photocopiable. (new word!)
There’s reading about it, and then there’s living it.
I’m a big fan of Steven Pressfield’s “The War of Art.” The book is a kick in the head for all creative people, including writers and entrepreneurs. It both names and to helps fight the Resistance, that shitty part of your brain that stops you from doing the (seemingly) risky, scary and essential creative work you were meant to do.
I’ve read all of Steven’s non-fiction work and it helps. But oh boy it’s not helping this month. The damn Resistance has me hard. It’s clawing at my brain stem right now.
Some may call it a migraine, but I know exactly what it is. You don’t just get a migraine when you sit down to write. But I’ve had three over the past week. Each time it takes me three days to get the courage up to write again.
I tried to trick it, by painting or recording a video instead of writing. Smart, eh?
Well it wasn’t me that was being smart. It was that f’ing Resistance again, deflecting the whole time. Don’t create! Research a new medium instead. Look for tripods. Adjust the lighting. Watch yourself umm and ahh on video instead of writing clearly like you can.
It took a ‘knock me in bed’ migraine today to finally get it. I See You. You prick.
I’m writing about you now, Resistance. Then I’m hitting Publish.
Then I’m finishing my article. And starting another one.
Cindy and I walked down to the Farmer’s Market today. It was fun to see the vendors again and catch up on things. It’s been two years since I baked for the Market but lots of people still want to see our bread there.
There was lots of interest in our trip and what we saw. There was even more interest in what we were doing next. Sadly, I think my response was a poor one.
I have this habit of telling people I need to figure something out, because I can’t be “unemployed” for much longer. But that’s the wrong answer.
I’m already talking to several places in town about starting or improving their bread production
There are people signed up to The Baker’s Bench who are ready for another baking course
I’m running into people on the street who say they enjoy our travel blog and want me to keep writing
So whether I say it or not, I’m already a baker, a teacher and a writer. And I’m doing all those things. I just didn’t get paid today.
It’s too easy to describe ourselves only in terms of what we do for money. That’s a trap. There’s a lot more going on in all of us.