I have some big projects that I’m working on around the house, or maybe just one big one, which is to get my sh** squared away, as I’ve blogged about before. My garage is a disaster, and I had hoped to spend a fair amount of time on it today. But it’s slog time. None of what has to be done is anywhere close to “fun”, so I don’t have a burning desire to do it of course.

But I was up late, slept in (I’ve been enjoying a bit longer sleeps the last few nights, I think it is the antibiotics working overtime perhaps), and then this afternoon, Andrea and I ran a bunch of errands all over the city, from Bell’s Corners all the way to Trim Road. Fun times. I may even have picked up a speeding ticket from a radar cam in there. Nice.

Anyway, it took all afternoon, and when we got home, I was a bit fried. I really didn’t have the energy to work on the garage. We put some stuff in the shed, summer tires for example, and some golf clubs, but I even got the club selection wrong. I meant to keep a specific set out, and I jumbled them all together. Hopefully I’ll have time to rectify that before the snow comes.

But after supper tonight, I forced myself to do the slog for at least 20 minutes. I would have went 30, but Andrea and Jacob were waiting on me to play cards. Nevertheless, I did it. Because I *need* to do it, and I need to make the effort. So I moved a bunch of stuff around, got stuff off the wooden shelves I need to clear, and even moved some of my astronomy stuff into the house. Did I make amazing progress? Nope. But I didn’t really expect to do so. I just needed to make SOME progress.

I also did some work on my computer setup for trivia and threw in a load of laundry. Incrementalism to keep moving forward. Better than I accomplished yesterday.

Today I chose to embrace incrementalism. I didn’t make huge progress, but it’s something.

What choices did you make today?