This is a cheater post to admit that I've fallen off the blogwagon. Among others. It boils down to goals.
Goals aren't single-step, go-out-and-do achievements, they're more of a consistency thing. You sculpt your actions in small or big ways so that, over time, you get the outcome you desire. If you have a goal that only takes one step (e.g. sweep out the garage or don't overeat), that's not really a goal—IMHO—it's an item on a to-do list.
A goal is an y-variable over an x-variable (with x usually indicating some sort of time or frequency metric).
Here's a cool thing: Sometimes Karla and I get to go to elementary schools and talk about what we do in front of a gymful or libraryful of kids. (Pictured above is a medium-sized group from the greater-Denver area. As an aside: Special thanks to the kid in the first row, second from the left, who is pretending that he's a narcoleptic. Our presentations aren't THAAAT bad. C'mon.)
Some people sweat about a blank page. I was probably worried about making the first mark at one point in my life. Not now. These days I'm comfortable with blankness. Too comfortable.
I have a long list of hedonistic pleasures (more on that another day), one of which is allowing myself to get lost in what's possible, and to let the thinking-about-doing completely eclipse the actually-doing. I hide it well, but my brain thinks about making and doing and drawing and living—plotting and scheming, as I like to call it—approximately 1430 minutes out of every day.
Welcome to the accountability area of my life, where I will be posting process sketches and other important stuff I let myself avoid when I'm "busy."