One of the pitfalls of staying in
school for many years is the dependence on deadlines set by others.
What, you might be saying, is
wrong with that? It’s a preparation for work life in general and makes John and
Jill good boys and girls. Right?
But here’s my take. It also
creates a dependence on others to get things done.
I know writers who sign up for
writing challenges and join groups that insist on certain timed output. I know
musicians who need competitions to get them going on learning new repertoire
and practice . I know painters who need a set exhibit date to complete a set
number of new works, etc.
Without this external pacing, many
people just fall apart and lose the map. The trail becomes blurry and a sense
of being lost takes over only to deepen unless they latch on to yet another
organizer who gives them deadlines once again.
I have come to see it differently.
It took reaching my late twenties before I got that monkey off my back. I
learned what pace works for me and why only this way of working sets me free.
Sure, I meet deadlines all the
time. But I don’t need them to create.
You won’t find me anywhere near
NaNoWriMo or the 12 by12 challenge and their ilk. Maybe because I didn’t stay
in school as long as many I know, I don’t need this sort of assigned homework.
Life tells me when I’m needed, and I tell my days what I need from them in
return.