In my paradoxical way, I somehow get more work done when I have less time to do it.
I’ve learned to care less about people’s opinions of my book choices and to expand my reading world.
Could I, for just a moment, consider the fact that maybe my career is on a positive trajectory? Perhaps my love life is in a wonderful and perfect place? Maybe I have caring and healthy relationships with people around me?
With all the positives that have emerged, I’m working to make this new step successful. It’s clear that I am going to have to be incredibly self-disciplined.
Although I wanted to write for a living these past three decades, I pushed it away for years. I believed the myths about writing that are so pervasive.
I am finishing up a few writing pieces before we leave this week, as well as working on last-minute preparations for our trip to Olympic National Park in Washington State.
My boyfriend and I are planning a week in Olympic National Park. I’m writing about our experiences along the way. This post is about some of our preparations for the trip.
This past month, I found myself revisiting one of my lifelong pleasures more than usual – reading. I’ve always loved reading, but the older I’ve gotten, the less time I’ve dedicated to it.
In the last two months, my creativity has wilted. COVID has inched its way into my world, a garden pest that latches onto one part of my life and drains energy away from the other parts. Luckily, like many things in life, I’ve found that with a little extra attention, my creativity has begun to perk back up.
This year, I am practicing more self-care while focusing on one writing project at a time.