Starting a new project is exciting. Our dreams beacon and a world of possibilities lie before us. The impossible feels probable. January is a prime time for the masses to set a long list of resolutions, hopeful but inherently flawed attempts at a noble goal — to become the best version of ourselves. In optimistic bliss, we overwhelm ourselves with life-altering changes. We assume we only require willpower strong enough to reach our desired new life. Researchers predict a third of resolutions do not make it past the first month. Social media is already teeming with reports of people who have once again failed.
I prefer to concentrate my focus on minor changes rooted in the reality of where I am today, but those changes move me towards my vision of my ideal self. In this race, I am the tortoise. I will soon pass exhausted hares lying in the roadside ditch. My word count yesterday amounted to 386 words. Given the day represented a return to my normal schedule after the long holiday break, I take that as a win.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer