I’m a striver.
(Is that a word? It is for today, just roll with me)
I’m someone who has to make a goal and press hard into making that goal happen. Whether it’s personally or professionally, I am an extreme perfectionist and I’m not satisfied until everything is done right—or rather, to what I perceive as “right”.
And we all know that standard is a subjective line that will never truly be attained to perfect satisfaction.
In other words: I don’t give up easily. And I don’t let go very quickly.
And if I do either of those above two things? Well, just cross stitch me a sampler with “Guilt” as the focal point and I’ll magnet it to my fridge.
I have a question for you. One that I had to ask myself and one, that if I were honest, I could not answer right away.
Do you guilt yourself into writing?
Now, before you scoff at me and click out of this post because I would dare to ask you such a thing, when you’re obviously created within the very fabric of your DNA to be a writer, I want to urge you to think about this question.
Not in a condemning way.
Not in a way to make you feel guilty.
Just in a way that makes you pause and consider your day.
Do you feel guilty when you sit down to write because you’re ignoring your family or the laundry that needs to be folded?
Do you think about your book and the next chapter you need to bring to critique group and the fact that you haven’t written in two weeks and thus have nothing to show up with?
So instead of sitting down and writing that next chapter, you put it off. Shoving it to the side, because let’s be honest, there’s more pressure now. And no one likes to write under pressure.
Do you look at other writers as they glory in how much they love to create and look forward to spending time in that story world and realize that you have to pull teeth to find the motivation?
Maybe this isn’t you every day. Maybe this is only you once a month.
But is there a small part of this that you find relation to? A small part of yourself that wants to sit
Pull up a chair, my friend, I’m ready to listen and unburden a bit of my heart as well.
You’re a writer. It’s woven into the fabric of your DNA. It’s your passion…or maybe it’s not. (Another post for another time.)
So why are you doing it? Why are you writing?
And why are you allowing yourself to feel guilty by it all?
Have you let expectations override your desire for craft? For time creating? For production instead of adventure?
These are pointed questions. I get that. I’ve asked them. Mulled over them. Chewed on the impact of my answers.
Are you striving for an end result that isn’t leaving you fulfilled?
Here is something that I encourage of you this week within your writing or maybe even your own everyday life: strive for what fulfills you. Fills you up and leaves you running over. Put the book aside if that’s not that project this week. Hands off. (and I do mean, hands off)
Find that passion. Find that joy.
Allow yourself to be filled up.
Because you can’t write from an empty well. And an empty well is an invitation to be filled up with things, emotions, guilt that only lead toward meaningless striving.
Don’t guilt yourself this week.
Who’s with me?
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