Today, I had a Did You Know…post planned about a mythical way to become immortal.
Instead, this is going to be more personal.
A reality check.
I’m the kind of person who has lofty goals, constantly pushing myself to do more—if not obvious from my recent post about having a full plate. And I always overbook myself.
This year, however, I’ve been successful in keeping to many of my goals—a consistent four blog posts a month, a consistent word count for creative projects, a consistent editing schedule.
But working from mid-morning until eight or nine in the evening has its downsides. I grow exhausted after a few super-productive days and find that my focus becomes an elusive and slippery frienemy. Which means a lot of naps.
More than three a week lately, y’all.
And that scares me a little.
Progress means back tracking and side steps. I know this. But when this happens, I often feel discouraged. Why can’t I do more? I did all of the things yesterday, and today, I can’t.
I simply can’t.
And although I don’t often admit to it, anxiety consumes me. I don’t have the debilitating kind of anxiety or depression. I’m too much of a control freak.
So, I force myself to get out of bed. Pick away at some project. Because if I don’t, I will get depressed. My anxiety will win.
I choose to let it fuel me instead.
But I am reminded to give myself a break. Work on self-care.
And it’s hard.
Ain’t a lot of good that comes out of easy, so I guess I’m on the right track.
Well, thanks for sitting through my mini-therapy session. I hope y’all take care of yourselves.
Feel free to tell me how you manage stress and an overly-full plate.