I’ve been trudging along with the daily writing. I thought I could sustain writing a short story, work on a new story idea, finish the first draft of my novel, write my food based newsletter and articles, and write flash fiction on the daily. It quickly turned into, “that’s a no from me dawg.” Why do we have a tendency to push ourselves too hard? It’s like small progress isn’t enough; one project isn’t enough. I’m assuming this is due to our capitalistic society and the ridiculous pressure to succeed. But, we have to decide what our own version of success is. It’s been said too many times to count. My version of success is freedom. I want to be able to do what I love but also be there for my family and my friends when I need to be. I suppose something has to give, but what? I don't have the answer quite yet. The hard days will continue for now but so will the writing.
Until next time,
Xoxo~Christilisa