Yesterday I shifted my attitude just slightly. Wrote 2000 words. A good start. Writing actually made me stay up later.
Just a little push forward got me there. I’m pleased. Just a tiny shift and I claimed a measure of success for the day. Now wordcount isn’t everything. I’ve definitely been a slave to it in the past. No, the important part is that I achieved a goal. I made the forward press mean something.
This wasn’t all my own doing. A friend of mine offered to provide deadline where I had to turn in the 2000 words each day. Its odd because I already feel it working. I got motivated by something little like that. Its as if I just needed a gentle push to shift my attitude into a productive mode.
I’m doing 2000 words again today and tomorrow and so on. But I’m not going to stop blogging either. And I promise I won’t always be on about my wordcount when I do.
I’m just excited because it turns out I just needed to work more and I’d feel quite a bit better.
What a beautiful feeling! And yet, being in control of my own destiny is somewhat daunting. I can’t let that slow me down or I’ll end up right back in the same soup as before. Maybe there’s a lesson in there. I’ve been writing for nine and a half years and sometimes I feel as though I’ve forgotten almost as much as I’ve learned. That’s not as beautiful of a feeling.
So I’m going to do my best to prove false as I keep moving forward. Yeah, I don’t feel as sharp as I did in college. But I have the skills to do what I’ve been striving to do for so long. And I’m beginning to build the skills to enjoy it. And that’s the perspective a day of meeting my goal will do for me.
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Thought for the day: Experience is a fine guide, and one we all have.
Animal of the day: Caiman
Because they may look like alligators, but they have to live in fear of the truly fierce.
Yajain felt her eyebrows raise. “Who told you about that?”
“Finder Boskem enjoys drinking, but not as much as I do.”
“What else did he tell you?”