IT’S LIKE “OPULENCE- I HAS IT,” ONLY MORE SOUL-CRUSHING!
Hello everyone! Is 2017 being good to you? Is it a dumpster fire? Maybe both?
A happy dumpster fire.
This year (okay, this past week), I started doing a lot of things, which included holding myself accountable, and trying to be zen.
ZEN ACCOUNTABILITY? IT’S HARD.
I’ve been watching what I eat, logging my food away like a neurotic cyber squirrel.
This is straight-up how I feel about it. It sucks to not eat an entire bag of Doritos, but also, at the end of the day (when I’m inevitably starving but hey, it’s bedtime) I feel good because I took one more step to being a healthier me. I’m also trying to get up and move more, which has me pacing around the house while drinking water.
Am I a crazy person? Sure. But I’m trying to be a healthier crazy person.
Another part of this has been making my days count when it comes to writing.
I’m gonna say it:
It took me a year to write my first novel, which I thought was awesome. I’ve been crafting El’Anret ideas since early 2015, but we all know BABIEZ AND LIFE STUFF happened, and I was thrown off track. I finished Queen of Diamonds in March of last year.
I released Jack of Diamonds a month late. I HATE BEING LATE ABOUT ANYTHING.
Now, I’m plugging away at the last chunk of the tale, King of Diamonds, and I’ll tell you: it’s not coming easily. For a while there, I wasn’t writing anything. I was trying to breathe again. But now, I’m taking the time to sit down and write- write anything. I’m writing on KoD, knowing that if I just pump this out now, I’ll have the clay to mold later.
Yes, I’m one of those “edit while writing” people. I can’t help it and sometimes it infuriates me.
Anyway, the point is: I’m holding myself accountable. I’m getting up, eating a good breakfast, being happy with the kiddos even as they slowly erode my sanity, smelling the flowers, writing the words (no matter how much I don’t like them at the time,) and instead of constantly running out of time, I’m trying to make it all count.
Does it work everyday? Hell no. Yesterday I CUT OPEN MY VACUUM HOSE AFTER ONE OF THE KIDS THREW UNDERWEAR INTO THE HOSE PATH. INSTANT DISASTER.
But I’m trying. It helps my anxiety, and… yeah, I’m trying.
TL;DR? Eat the good (for you) food. Write the words. Slow down and appreciate the things. You’re doing awesome!
What steps are you taking to make sure you meet your goals? TELL ME AND TEACH ME, SENSEI.