My precious morning writing ritual has been set on the back burner for a week. I've got half a dozen articles for work due tomorrow and I didn't get to work out today. I officially want to hide in a hermit hole.
I'm starting to realize that when life throws me curve balls I need to be able to roll with the punches (oops mixed metaphors! my bad) AND continue to prioritize my dreams. I'm still trying to figure out how to work enough hours to pay the bills and save, spend time at the gym each day, have enough 'me' time so that I don't go insane, have time to read and study, AND have enough time to write my story. Not to mention prioritizing time with my husband.
I know that not every week will be perfect. And I know that I need to get over this ridiculous habit of internally moping every time my schedule gets messed with. It's like I'm a little kid sitting in the mud with my arms crossed. HELLO SELF!!! Pouting is not gonna bring eternal satisfaction!
Not that I recommend going on a killing rampage (because revenge really isn't as sweet as it's cracked up to be), but Beatrix Kiddo sure was on to something when went off to kill Bill. If she can wiggle her big toe and reclaim her status as a deadly assassin after years of being comatose then surely I can pick myself up and move past my state of self-loathing and self-pity.
|A time when I literally and figuratively felt on top of the world...|
"There is no way to success in our art but to take off your coat, grind paint, and work like a digger on the railroad, all day and every day." Ralph Waldo Emerson