November came and went, and I did not finish my novel. I did not finish a short story to submit to the Time and Place competition. I did not work on another picture book idea that’s been mulling around. And I did not even read for fun. I did not get up early to write, or stay up late to work on projects. I didn’t even write personal journal entries or blog posts.
What did I do? I looked at my smart phone a lot. Instagram. Words with Friends. Facebook. DListed. Pinterest. Texting. I hung out with the kiddos and I got stressed over chores. And I managed to gain five pounds.
I’m really bummed, to say the least. It’s my own fault, and I think that’s what makes it more depressing. I hit a wall with my writing, and instead of busting through the wall, I just sat in front of it and picked up my phone, waiting for someone to help me out.
I had one of many mini meltdowns last night that resulted in me putting on running shoes and leaving the house at 9pm. I ran a lap around my block, chugging and puffing and wheezing away every second. I am out of shape, physically and mentally. This little run inspired me though. Afterward, I had a chat with my husband about my sedentary and stagnant life, I finished reading a teen romance novel (more on that another day), and today I woke up feeling 100% better.
I’m going to be nice. I’m going to move my body. I’m going to write and draw. I’m going to calmly tell my kids to put their dishes in the sink instead of yelling. I’m going to enroll the kids in their school program for two extra days a week, and really focus on this next stage of life.
I’m excited! I just need to make sure this burst of energy continues. If you’re feeling a funk, too, let me know, and we can be cheerleaders together. Huzzah!