Well look at that. Another post. It only took me…*looks at calendar* 18 days to get back to it.
My plan was to write a new post and publish weekly. But things went weird and shit happened. Because of course it did.
Truth be told I also spent way too much time overthinking. I couldn’t figure out whether I was an ultra serious writer with deep thoughts or the let-it-all-hang-out-and-write-even-if-it-sucks writer. Turns out that being too serious leads to me being cranky and being too laid back makes me feel like I’m not taking myself or my writing seriously. I’m walking a tightrope of sorts and it’s kind of a pain.
I have to remind myself that balance is a good thing and I don’t have to be one or the other. Maybe I should look at that yin yang tattoo I have a bit more often. I’ve heard perspective is everything.
I’m also starting to pay more attention to what is keeping me blocked, be it toxic relationships that need to go, too much time spent on social media, or worse, playing dumb games. That last one is arguably my biggest downfall.
“It’s ok to play for 10 minutes,” I tell myself.
But 10 minutes turns into 20 then 30. I’m finding myself picking up my phone far too often to check to see if I have lives again and can play another round or 10. It’s a great distraction for when I need to zone out and forget the world for a bit, but it’s become too much.
I need to replace games with reading. If I can spend 30 minutes with my nose nearly attached to a screen surely I can take that same time and put it to better use with a book. And right now I have a list of books I’d like to read but haven’t gotten to just yet. Maybe this weekend I should hide from my husband and spend it reading. Sorry, honey (not really).