I like to do things that stay done. This? Is problematic. I have four kids plus a husband who has the organizational skills of . . . well, of one of the kids. I have a 2600 square foot, three story house (oh yes, poor me, the horribleness of it all), and two of my four children think that throwing food on the floor is a great way to secure themselves constant access to snackage.
Things around here do NOT stay done.
I've known for years now that writing makes me happy, and the why's of it are pretty obvious. I'm exercising my brain (which gets the equivalent of a very portly tummy if I don't let it out to play every now and again), developing a talent, challenging myself, embracing the idea that I need a little me-time to stay sane, and I'm allowing passion and creativity to play a big role in a life that (while AWESOME) can get a little dull and repetitive at times.
VanderVision Tip of the Day: Writing is like a giant key in the lock of a door labelled "Awesomeness." Leaving that door locked is nothing short of idiotic, so I'm turning that key EVERY SINGLE DAY. Daily awesomeness. It's a thing. Try it.
But what I've recently realized about writing is that when I write a paragraph, no matter the quality thereof, it stays written (barring unforeseen technical difficulties or my toddler deciding to play symphonies on my desktop's keyboard). The chapters I've written? The books I have created OUT OF NOTHING? They are done (until I decide they're looking at me funny and decide to revise the heck out of them, of course).
It is this same desire for done-ness that drives me to organize closets and arrange my personal library alphabetically by author. The toddler hasn't attacked my bookshelves or closets . . . yet.
What do you like to do that stays done in your life? Where do you find your I-can-do-stuff-that-stays-done power? I confess, I'm kind of addicted to the feeling and I need new ideas . . .