I haven't written in months. So this is my push back into it. The move threw me all off and if I'm ever going to publish anything, I have to restart.
Apparently, I have a yearly trend of getting really excited about my goals days 1 through 7. Then for days 8 and on, getting over-anxious because I'm trying to focus on 20 things at once.
While I didn't create any writing pieces I did create a new theme for a website. It's a large undertaking and one I can't walk away from.
After a short break, it's time to refocus. However, taking a break has made me reconsider my addiction to my to-do list.
We're going down. But not for long. This morning I took the morning off to rest up and get back to it. Especially since this is the last few weeks before an actual vacation.
A few times recently I've had the realization that something I used to struggle with is all of a sudden easy. I hope that eventually happens with writing.
There's a stigma that you don't talk about certain things at work or during the interview. You want to fit in as best as possible. But what if there was a culture of actually talking about our personal selves. This is my start.
How do you manage life when practically all of your spoons have been taken away? You do the best you can and commend yourself on accomplishing anything.
Day by day, I enjoy the pain of figuring out art. I enjoy the problems that come with it. I don't enjoy worrying about becoming famous or rich. So I focus on the process of happily learning.
Being partially blind didn't fit my idea of an independent adult, let alone my ideal perfect future as the do-it-all woman. How did I cope? Essentially not giving a fuck and letting facts be facts.