I had a plan. It should have been so easy to reach my goal. I had everything laid out into tiny steps, one for each day. I was confident, eager to begin, and ready to get to work. That is when life hit me with a baseball bat right between the eyes. Days later, I woke. I never saw the freight train that clobbered me, but boy could I feel the pain. There is nothing like disappointment, self-recrimination, and the soul-sucking beating we administer to ourselves when we do something inhuman, like get sick.
I want to believe I am superhuman, but some days the best I can manage is to complete my mandatory 9 to 5 shift, cover the bare necessities, and crawl into bed. Extra-curricular projects, the late-night side hustle, and the sink full of dirty dishes must wait next to the growing pile of laundry. The truth is when you don’t feel well, none of it matters. The number one priority is following doctor’s orders, taking your medicine, and sleeping. Then one day, you begin to feel like yourself again.
Never fear. All is not lost, and there are ways to move closer to reaching your writing goal. The secret is remembering to write a little each day. And it is a habit I am ready to reinstall in my life.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer