Hello friends and welcome to another wacky week of writing.
I am slow to change. I have always known that to be true. My longstanding anxiety and depression has more often than not driven me to find comfort in old, familiar habits, even the ones that are terrible for my long term well being.
Last night I realized that this extremely busy period at my day job is not likely to dissipate any time soon. In fact, between the labor shortage and the natural uptick in business my firm has seen over the last two years, things are probably only going to get worse.
The truth of the matter is I’ve been waiting for things to “go back to normal” before launching any long term ambitions. Oh, sure, I’ve paid lip service to getting back into my writing habit, and I definitely took a major leap last year when I fell into my freelancing gig. But, if I’m being honest, I unintentionally cornered myself into a holding pattern these last twelve months, by waiting for a moment in time that will likely never come.
I’ve been stuck in a state of inertia, but last night’s realization forced me to ask myself whether I would actually be happy if things went back to the way they were.
And the answer is no. I don’t want to go back. I want to move forward. And that’s this week’s motivation.
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