Well, it's Monday. While most people are going back to work, I'm here recovering. It's been a long recovery, and it's been very painful. I was only expecting to spend two weeks letting my arm heal, but as we approach the one month mark, and there's still pain, I've come to realize we can't put a schedule on some things.
For example, a year and a half ago, I told myself I wanted to start losing weight. I had it in my mind that I would be under 200 lbs by my 30th birthday. Well, as I approach my 31st birthday in August and am sitting at around 220 lbs, I've realize some things can't be rushed. Some things are journeys not sprints.
In January I released my first novel. I started writing my second novel in February. While I wrote That Time I Broke Time in 30 days, I'm finding its sequel to be much harder to write. I thought I could push myself and get my novel out this past spring, and then again this summer, but I realized if I rush through my book I'll end up ruining it.
Sometimes we just have to go with the flow and realize we're not failures when we have to take more time to accomplish a goal. So, my new mantra is any progress is still progress. Writing this short blog post is progress. Sending out a tweet is progress. Getting up in the morning and eating a hard boiled egg instead of a muffin is progress.
As long as you're heading in the right direction, you're getting somewhere.
Until next time,