Today was hard for me. Not for any particular reason. Nothing bad happened, and I didn’t have to do anything terrible. I just felt anxious over nothing in particular, and that made everything 10x harder than it had to be.
Despite that, I pushed through. I went to work, I exercised, I did laundry, I applied for a job, and I finished Chapter Seven. I won’t lie, there were a few moments where I felt like turning around and crawling back into bed. A year ago I would have gone back to bed. But instead, I kept pushing.
That is the most important thing the last year has taught me. Every little bit counts. When you want to give up, write a sentence, or go for a walk. Action is better than inaction. Anything is better than nothing, and eventually it might all add up to something. That’s how I’ve lost 30 lbs, and that’s how I wrote my novel.
And that’s how I’m going to edit it. One chapter at a time, pushing through whatever crap my emotions/life throws at me!