Why is it so hard sometimes to get ahead in life, yet so easy to get ahead of ourselves?
I've been thinking about this recently. I'm sure it's because I have a birthday approaching as well as because of the novel I'm currently writing.
I keep needing to remind myself how fortunate I am when it comes to this writing thing. I still remember when I was an unpublished writer wondering if that day would ever come.
On my bad days, I can just hear God whispering to me above the noise in my head, saying something like this:
What more do you want?
The other voices seem so meaningless when I hear what they really want.
More fans on Facebook! More reviews on Amazon! More sales so I can get more royalties so I can get bigger advances so I can go get that new iPad!
That's the part about getting ahead of myself, the part I have to be careful about.
Every day, I do something I love, and I do it with every bit of passion I can muster. My brain usually feels like warm oatmeal at the end of each day, but that's okay.
As a writer, I believe you have to set goals and you need to have ambitions. But I have to remind myself to not worry, to not compare, and to not feel like the end is near.
Every day is a new beginning and a new chance. Not just for writing but for living.
So many days I need to remind myself to not look ahead but to focus on the here and the now. So I try.
Sometimes it works.
Labels: journey, on writing