I realized in my “must do it all!” mode a few months ago that … um… I can’t. I can’t do it all. I will explode into sad confetti. What I figured out was that I CAN do it all, just not all at the same time! Genius!
I thought maybe the summers could be my writing season, the season where creative things churn forth and I CREATE and I submit and I get published and work on projects and do the things I NEED to do to feel complete.
But guess what? Turns out summer is not the season for writing. Summer is the season for living, for playing, for being outside and on adventures and with people. It is not the time to be locked indoors, alone, and with my own thoughts in a far off land. I know many writers who are beating themselves up all summer for not meeting self-imposed deadlines. Stop that right now. It is not your fault. Summer is not the writing season.
But you know what IS the writing season? Fall. And winter. Those are writing seasons. Dark and grey and raining. The sun is not calling for me, there are sweaters and tea and quiet.
So one day a week I will not be posting a normal blog. Some times I will post nothing. Sometimes I will post an excerpt of something I am working on. But one day a week on here, starting next week, I am dialing back here so I can dial it up somewhere else. The way this blog works is that I write a few posts over the weekends so that I don’t lose my mind during the week. The rest of the posts I write at night after the baby goes to sleep. By opening up 1 day of blogging I can either give myself some time on the weekend or an evening (or 2) during the week.
Next week begins my writing season. What compromises and permissions are you making for youself in order to be the complete you?