I started writing again after a long break this week. I set a 100 day writing challenge. My goal is to write a blog post every day for the next 100 days.
Except I messed up on day 3. But I haven’t gone to bed yet, so it still counts, right? I’m wide awake at 4:30 a.m. typing on my phone.
The phone with the cracked screen. The phone that freaks out – sometimes totally freeezing, other times opening up random webpages, Facebook conversations or apps.
I filed an insurance claim. The new phone arrived the next day. But I haven’t taken it out of the box yet.
Why? The same reason I didn’t write earlier in the day. The same reason I just emptied the dishwasher a week after it ran. The same reason clean laundry is piled on the other side of the bed. The same reason my to do list keeps growing with nothing getting checked off.
Healing is exhausting.
All the emotional upheaval leaves little room for anything else.
I’m working hard to find joy. So I’m spending time doing what feels good to my soul. That might be lounging in bed, bingeing Netflix, walking around Target, watching YouTube videos or hanging with friends.
Today it was sleeping way in, making myself brunch, walking around the mall, then having deeply personal conversation with friends.
Writing feeds my soul, which is why I’m doing it now. Will I have success with my 100 day writing challenge? Sure, if I’m gentle with myself and flexible on what success looks like.
I think that’s important in life in general. Be gentle with yourself and be flexible on your definition of success.
