Well, I wallowed in self-pity for a day and that’s my limit. I wrote 580 words last night–not a record but good enough for me–and reduced the size of the school prep problems with a lot of friendly help and a change of attitude.
“What a difference a day makes,” says the old song. And it’s true. I’m not a whole lot further ahead today than I was yesterday, but my perspective has changed and I’m worrying less, and that’s letting some light into what was a very dark place.
And I wrote those 580 words. My New Year’s resolution was to be better to myself. Last night, I took the hour my son was in his music theory class and chose not to work but to write–a good choice for me and a big step toward a much better Thursday. I took the time to honour the writer in me and when we got home I was ready to just hang out, shoulders down, with my family and put the work out of my mind for a little while.
Hey, I’m learning. Here’s to an even better Friday!