I’m exhausted. As much as I like writing, I’m having a hard time with it tonight. I don’t know if it’s because I have other things on my mind or if it’s just because I’m tired, but I’m going to press to get this done. I have a lot of work to do and a lot of steps to take to reach my desired outcome. I think I’m going to make this blog post about not giving up, even when I want to. Sure, breaking down into a fetal position and bawling my eyes out until I fall asleep seems welcoming right now, but I know that’s not the best option for me.
There have been plenty of times when I wanted to give up. I didn’t have a sense of where my life was headed or what I wanted to do with it. I remember when I was in college, just lying in bed not wanting to get up, but the thought that helped me push forward was “So many people made sacrifices for you to be able to go to school.” This is still a thought that comes to my mind occasionally when I’m struggling with life. There were and still are people who wish they could be in my shoes, and I humbly acknowledge that. So who am I to flake out on writing a blog post? Like I said in an earlier post, either I want to do this, or I don’t. No point in copping out now just because I struggle sometimes.
To answer my own question: Want a tissue for my issue? The answer is “NO!” What I want is to get the work in and enjoy it while I can. I’m still having fun, even on days when I struggle to get myself together and get motivated to write. Something that helps me with tasks, even the enjoyable ones, that I struggle with is breaking them up into smaller pieces. Taking breaks in between is a good way for me to collect my thoughts. Another thing that helps me when I want to give up is finding something to do that inspires me to keep going. Lately, I’ve been researching writing and blogging in general to see if my idea of what I would like my journey to be is realistic and plausible. According to what I’ve learned, it is, and that makes me want to keep plugging away at my goals.
I guess it’s good that, from time to time, I find it challenging to do something that I enjoy. How boring would my life be if I found it easy to do everything all the time? There would be no room for learning or growth, and that in itself is a real chore. No one said that this was going to be easy, but I look at how far I’ve come, and that motivates me to keep at it. So I think I’m going to put the tissues away for now and keep working on staying true to my choice to be a writer.