Sigh.
I was supposed to be done with my outline today. It did not happen. I did sit down and write, but I was twisted up with anxiety last night, didn’t sleep well…
I hate that. But, it happens. And what made me feel better was realizing…I just needed to put in my normal amount work today, and the same tomorrow and the next day until I was done with the damn thing. I shouldn’t try to rush it. There’s no point. It just makes me feel bad, or freeze, et.
So…I got a bunch of other stuff done today that I really wanted to. Dropped off goodwill donations. Recorded myself a new set to write to. Walked the dogs before it got too hot out there. Edited and posted the podcast (oops). Hung out with Liz at night.
It was a really, REALLY good day today. And it serves me right for getting out of my normal rhythm, putting off finishing this outline, and trying to cram it all into a single day. It’s not doable. That’s not how I work, at least not right now. I know this…which makes me realize it was all resistance.
Blerg.
Back at it tomorrow.
Night night.