I don’t know about you, but particularly when it comes to my writing goals, I’m extra hard on myself. If I don’ t hit my word count, or revision minutes or more, I kick my own ass. On those swimming upstream days, I immediately look at my inner motivations and ask myself, am I avoiding _______? Is fear ruling my day and interrupting ________? What is not getting _______ done doing for me?
Many times, all it takes for me to get back on track is a little analysis and finding that inner balance again. Remembering that this is supposed to be fun. Remembering that there is no real ticking clock, just my own imaginary one. Then there are days where no amount of self-reflection will help.
There are the days like today. You wake up with a head in a fish bowl cold, two days behind schedule, and the fridge is on the fritz. Water is leaking. The husband is in a panic, money is flying out the car window as we race to shop for a new appliance, hoping the kids will take a donut bribe and behave.
But, hey, life happens. My goals will keep for one more day.