I’m a freaking writer who has stopped writing anywhere that isn’t my journal. That’s better than no writing at all, but just barely!
I have goals, I have dreams, I want to BE a writer, but I’m stuck. Well, maybe I’m not actually stuck, but I feel stuck. I got really excited and dedicated one night, and I signed up for a freelancer website. I started a new blog intended to be my professional writing portfolio. I even got an editing gig to gain a little experience! Granted, I volunteered to do it without pay, and the blogger I’m working with has been busy with her full-time job, so there haven’t been any new posts. Still, though, I made moves.
And then I stopped.
I’ve realized I’m in a similar place to the one I was in around this time last year–I have too many goals! Thankfully, I’m not in exactly the same place. I’ve passed two of my architecture exams, I managed to move into my own apartment, I’ve paid off a much bigger portion of my debt than I expected to. I’m making progress, but it’s like watching those cartoon races up on the jumbo screen at baseball games.
Part of me knows that I have to just pick one thing and focus on it–it worked before. But, another part of me is frustrated that that seems to be the only way to accomplish anything. I want to build a writing career, pass my last three architecture exams, become debt-free. I want the body of a goddess and the energy of a six year old.
I’ll figure out a way to get it all done; I’m good at figuring things out. Really I just wanted to write something again. To publish a post with no pressure to make it perfect, and no intentions of adding it to my portfolio. Building the habit again can only help, right?
Until next time,
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