Three Weeks into 2022...
There’s a bit more than a week left in January, and I’m cautiously optimistic on where I am with all the new things that I put on my schedule for this year. Will I hit all my goals 100%? Nope. Is that okay? Ummm, well, while my personal Demon of Disappointment and Criticism is urging me to say, NO., I think I must be running out of fucks to give about what he has to say.
I’ve made progress in a whole lot of the things I was planning, and I looked at my writing tracker, and I seem to have written over 11,000 words. That feels like an accomplishment. Getting the writing muscles working again. Just sitting down and putting words together one sentence at a time. Watching the blank page fill up. I even overperformed with my fic goal. I wanted to write and post one fic each month, and I’ve posted three.
The best part of this is that I’m not feeling that horrible sense of “Well, I won’t be hitting X, Y, and Z. Time to quit and wait for 2023 for a do-over.” Instead, I’m looking at what I have been doing and thinking, “This is not a bad start. What can I do to make next month even better?” I’m sad to say that sort of thinking feels very foreign to me. Foreign but nice. Motivating. Is this what it’s like when you write and track progress? Instead of wallowing in woe and lamenting the lack of perfect progress, you’re forced to confront the fact that you did get a bunch of shit worth celebrating done.
I’ve made progress in a whole lot of the things I was planning, and I looked at my writing tracker, and I seem to have written over 11,000 words. That feels like an accomplishment. Getting the writing muscles working again. Just sitting down and putting words together one sentence at a time. Watching the blank page fill up. I even overperformed with my fic goal. I wanted to write and post one fic each month, and I’ve posted three.
The best part of this is that I’m not feeling that horrible sense of “Well, I won’t be hitting X, Y, and Z. Time to quit and wait for 2023 for a do-over.” Instead, I’m looking at what I have been doing and thinking, “This is not a bad start. What can I do to make next month even better?” I’m sad to say that sort of thinking feels very foreign to me. Foreign but nice. Motivating. Is this what it’s like when you write and track progress? Instead of wallowing in woe and lamenting the lack of perfect progress, you’re forced to confront the fact that you did get a bunch of shit worth celebrating done.