When is enough, enough…or not enough?
When I sit reading emails, blogs and Facebook guilt creeps in with statements like, “You should be doing something productive.”
Cleaning the kitchen, getting dinner in the crock pot, doing
laundry and straightening up is not enough? Of course not, because there is
always something else that shouts,
“This is more important. You should start cleaning out cluttered drawers and closets; you have way too much stuff.”
“This is more important. You should start cleaning out cluttered drawers and closets; you have way too much stuff.”
So if I cleaned out two drawers and a closet today, would
that be enough? Of course not because I have a dozen other drawers I haven’t
touched and there are nine more closets that need attention.
Should I feel guilt about being on social media or curling
up in a chair reading? Not when my calling is to write and those social media
sites belong to authors I follow and posts by fellow writers sharing their
journey.
No one criticizes me for not having clean closets…except me.
Is it because I don’t take this writing life as seriously as I should?
If I were working outside my home I would be giving eight
hours to that profession; in the remaining hours of my day I would be cooking,
cleaning and doing laundry. Why is it so difficult to allow myself the time to
feed my mind with writing tips, do’s and don’ts and words of encouragement
about this writing life?
Could it be that since I am not currently working on a novel
I do not consider myself a writer?
Am I the only writer who torturers’ herself this way?
