Well this is probably as close as I've ever cut a blog post I was supposed to write in a given day. It's 11:30 PM, and I have 30 minutes to type this, so please bear with me.
The nice thing, of course, is that this post will be nice and short and sweet for you to read, since I want to stick to nice, short and sweet to write as well.
Basically though, I just want to remind you to give yourself a break. Especially if you're super goal-orientated like me.
I mean, I have goals for the day, for the month, for the year, for the next five years. And that's just for my writing. I'm not even going into all the other things that have to go on in my life, like my life goals (I want to speak seven languages fluently before I die), work goals (would be nice if I died a multi-millionaire who spoke seven languages fluently) and the like.
So yeah. I like goals. Goals, to me, are like stepping stones marking out the road I'm taking to get certain things done.
There's a problem with this, though. Sometimes, I get so focused on stepping on each of those stones that I don't look up and enjoy my surroundings. And the thing with that is that if I'm not enjoying at least something of what's going on around me, what's the point of taking the journey on the first place?
Take my life at the moment. Job pretty much slowed to a crawl, so I set this huge writing goal that I wanted to achieve in July. (I wanted to write 75k in 31 days.) It was definitely doable. In fact, I'd hit 50k in a bit more than two weeks. But in week three, this incredibly amazing job opportunity came along. The problem? 18 hour work days since week three. Which means that I'm now at 63k, and will have to write 4k every day just to get to my goal.
Over the weekend, I busted my butt, trying to get into what I like to call catch-up range. And I came close. But on Monday, the 18 hour work days resumed. And today I just realized that hey, I'm working with some exciting stuff. Yes, I might not write as much. I might not make my goal. But this opportunity, I believe, will go on to define my life (in the sense that I'll be running a huge business by the end of the year. In an industry that has always fascinated me).
Why should I put the added guilt and pressure on myself to write those last 12k? I can write them later when I have more time again. I can write them, when I feel like writing instead of panicking because I'm not writing enough.
So that's what I am doing as of right now. Still hitting those stepping stones, but slow enough that I can actually enjoy what I'm going.
What about you?