Why do I keep doing this to myself?
A clodhopperish day
Oh no, I’ve lost my ‘things to write about’ list and am, yet again, scratching my head over what to write.
Today has been one of those days. The kind of day where you think to yourself, maybe I should have worked over the festive period, why did I decide to deliver yet another free masterclass and how the bleeding hell am I going to do all this.
This being:
Prep my free email marketing session which I am delivering on 13th January at 11am - right now being 5pm on Monday 12th.
Update an email landing page & welcome email with new copy for a client.
Send joining instructions for an in-person workshop next week.
Re-book in with the Physio and then sort the dog’s check up with the vet. It’s now too late to do this today.
Arrange a meeting with a client which I promised to do last Thursday.
Write my weekly email.
Create & schedule a couple of social media posts for a client.
Well, at least one of them can be deferred till tomorrow, the day I have 6 hours of meetings.
Sometimes I want to cry. Not now actually. Right now I feel quite calm about it all. Things will happen, they always do. The email session will be what it will be. Some of my favourites are coming along and there is nothing better than seeing friendly faces in the crowd of a Zoom room when you’re feeling a bit nervous.
I’m not sure why I keep delivering these free sessions, or sessions at all. I prep way too much, overthink and then tell myself it’s a load of old crap. Is it because I want to venture into my stretch zone, because I see other people doing them all the time, because it’s easier to just talk things through or is it a combination of all three? Probably the last one, although once I’ve got going and see nods, the ‘easier to talk it through’ element really comes into it’s own.
This is why I write like I talk, why I wander off on different paths, rarely coming back to my original point, or if I do, it’s in a very clodhopperish manner.
Clodhopperish - is that a word?
I currently use Craft to write and it doesn’t have an automatic spell check function and so it’s not until I copy and paste this into Substack that I will see all the glaring errors and even then I might miss a few. I do however, have enough time to have a look on Google to see what is what.
Clodhopper noun
a foolish, awkward, or clumsy person.
“the other students looked very young and I felt like a clodhopper”“the other writers sounded very eloquent and I felt like a right old clodhopper”
Clodhopperish not a word
Because today has been so today, this is all I can manage. The brain has disenageged from the fun, the nice things, the hobby and is working overtime reminding me of all the worky things I should be cracking on with. Even the dog is sighing dramatically and she got a good long walk today.
This post is part of a loose daily writing experiment - 30 minutes for 30 days. Capturing small moments, wandering thoughts (of which there are many) and whatever insists on being written.
Clodhopperish is now a word, you have made it so.