I like to set goals every week for my writing. I use a special planning notebook to track my effort and assess my progress on my many projects. Lately, I have not been meeting my goals. My 14-year-old miniature poodle Dory has been through two dental surgeries this month and a lot of my time has gone to nursing her instead of writing.
When we took Dory in for a follow-up last Tuesday, I thought we were done with the dental stuff. They’d extracted ten teeth the week before. It took her two full days to shake off the sedation, but she was otherwise okay. Then the vet told us Dory had popped the sutures on one of the canine extractions and needed to have them re-done, which meant another sedation and another long day at the vet for my anxious old dog.
As if that weren’t enough, Dory was vomiting the day before the second surgery, and we had to take her in to figure out what was going on. Nothing much, it turned out, but it took half the morning to figure that out.
It’s easy to get frustrated by this kind of disruption. Emergencies crop up, and I can’t do the things I wanted to. If it isn’t the dog, I’m the one who’s sick. Sometimes another family member needs my help. Life, as they love to remind us, happens, and we have to adjust.
In January, I discovered how common it is for my schedule to be disrupted. I was reviewing the planning notebook I used for the last two years and discovered that my most common observation can be summed up in seven words:
This week did not go as planned.
Week after week, I recorded the unexpected distractions and unavoidable disruptions that affected my writing. Sometimes I made my goals despite everything, sometimes I didn’t. But there was always something going on that could interfere with my work. It was an excellent reminder that despite my other responsibilities, I can still find time to write.
Despite illness, fatigue, family obligations, and vet visits, my projects move forward. I complete a draft, schedule blog posts, finish reading a book for research. The secret to my success is simple. I make a plan.
I check in on Mondays to chart a course for the week. I do my best to be realistic with my expectations. I actually try to plan for the things that might put me off my stride, like doctor’s appointments and social events. No matter how carefully I think things through, there’s always some sort of surprise to be dealt with during the week. I just do the best I can, and that seems to work. Planning helps me make progress even when life forces me to abandon those plans.
Meanwhile, I’m happy to report that Dory has started playing with her toys. It’s the moment I’ve been waiting for. She’s finally recovered enough to realize that not only has the pain from the surgery faded, but the pain her bad teeth were causing her is gone, too. From the way she was racing around, I could tell she feels better than she has in ages.
This week did not go as planned. But it was just fine.
What do you do when your plans get disrupted?
