I’ve been travelling.
I had great plans to work while I travelled. I’ve done some, but mostly I’ve failed to be the super-productive me I envisioned. Staying on top of food, sleep, exercise, seeing people, seeing places, adventures AND work was always going to be hard.
I haven’t written several posts for this blog (albeit some are sorta drafted). I haven’t finished the draft of a book (although I’ve made progress). I haven’t sent my guaranteed-hilarious* mailing list email.
* not actually guaranteed
And you know what? The world isn’t ending.
I will have to catch up. But the level of guilty anxiety I’ve had over this perceived failure is – as usual – way out of proportion.
Especially when I step back and look at reality: I’ve done a LOT in a few weeks, especially considered I’ve had to handle some sad circumstances at home along with a few setbacks over here. If anything, I ought to be impressed with how I’ve handled everything, instead of beating myself up for failing to magic an extra five hours into every day to write a whole book as well.
Possibly there’s a wider lesson here, but as usual it’s the same lesson: changing my perspective by looking again at reality is very, very helpful.
This post makes me happy to read. I like the positivity your trying to spread. I really needed to read this. It changed my perspective. Thanks
It’s the same thing happening to me this week. I have a lot of things to do and seems like I am always late, but I am trying not to be too harsh with myself and aknowledge what I have done. If I start to panic and to blame myself would be only worse. Have a nice weekend!