Only Limitations
There's a very limiting word in our vocabulary. ONLY
Yesterday I made the comment that I'd spent 2 hours writing and I'd ONLY written 1,749 words.
I've commented before that I'd ONLY knit $rows and was disappointed.
I ONLY do the dishes and laundry around the house.
So damn limiting!
Think about it, 1,749 words is more than expected per day in NaNo. It's more than I've done most days that I've been working on editing this novel. It's One Thousand, Seven Hundred and Forty-Nine more words than I had before. I'm now 1,749 words closer to being published. How incredible is that?
I taught myself to knit. Every single project has a specific number of rows. Each row I do is that much closer to the end of the project and being able to either enjoy the delightful yarn for myself or to see the smile of a friend for whom it was made. One stitch is part of a greater whole that brings happiness, smiles, and warmth to me, my loved ones, or to my friends. How awesome is it that I can do that with just string and sticks?
I don't have a job so housework falls to me. Because of me my husband comes home to dinner nearly every night. Because of me he almost always has plenty of clean clothes for work each day. Both of these are two of my most hated chores, but I do them. I do them and my husband's life is a little easier. How fantastic is it that he doesn't have to deal with that because he has a partner?
So, I'm sorry ONLY, but I'm going to have to remove you from my everyday vocabulary. I'm sure there's times where you'll still be welcome, nay, needed. But I, for one, will no longer be accepting of the limitations you place on me.
Yesterday I made the comment that I'd spent 2 hours writing and I'd ONLY written 1,749 words.
I've commented before that I'd ONLY knit $rows and was disappointed.
I ONLY do the dishes and laundry around the house.
So damn limiting!
Think about it, 1,749 words is more than expected per day in NaNo. It's more than I've done most days that I've been working on editing this novel. It's One Thousand, Seven Hundred and Forty-Nine more words than I had before. I'm now 1,749 words closer to being published. How incredible is that?
I taught myself to knit. Every single project has a specific number of rows. Each row I do is that much closer to the end of the project and being able to either enjoy the delightful yarn for myself or to see the smile of a friend for whom it was made. One stitch is part of a greater whole that brings happiness, smiles, and warmth to me, my loved ones, or to my friends. How awesome is it that I can do that with just string and sticks?
I don't have a job so housework falls to me. Because of me my husband comes home to dinner nearly every night. Because of me he almost always has plenty of clean clothes for work each day. Both of these are two of my most hated chores, but I do them. I do them and my husband's life is a little easier. How fantastic is it that he doesn't have to deal with that because he has a partner?
So, I'm sorry ONLY, but I'm going to have to remove you from my everyday vocabulary. I'm sure there's times where you'll still be welcome, nay, needed. But I, for one, will no longer be accepting of the limitations you place on me.