With the noted radio silence from November, it’s safe to say I completely crashed and burned with the NaNoWriMo Challenge I had set up for myself. Work and an overwhelming sense of depression just kicked my ass through the holiday season for 2013 and here I am, chewed up and spit out on the other side. 2014. Lovely.
Work is the primary offender. I know, I know, total #firstworldproblems, boohoo with the tiny violin, be thankful I even have a job and the whole lot of it. But you can’t help what you feel.
In any case, I’m determined to stop the internal whining and just grin and bear it. Work is work. Yes, it is stressful. Yes, I am a workaholic. Yes, I push myself with self imposed long hours to make things work. I’ve accepted that this is who I am but I’m now challenging myself to take the time to take care of *. I’ve had no issues pushing myself beyond reasonable expectations to get things done in my professional life. Why not have that same drive and determination my own personal life?
It’s taken me more than a decade of clawing through the muck to have that one brief intelligent thought. If I don’t live my life, who will?
But like all things, we’ll take baby steps. And hopefully 2014 will see a resolution that finally sticks.