|Our basement went from this|
|To this in two days.|
I got website updates accomplished.
Other sundry promotional stuff was completed, and even a couple of blog posts into the mix.
There has been family movie time:
|I need to know when this series starts up again, because damnit, how the hell did he do that????|
|Will always be among my top kids' movies. Love this to pieces. Hiccup is awesome.|
|Can't decide if it's the steampunk or the chemistry that appeals...|
And all this since we returned home after Christmas.
I've even submitted a short story (oh, and written it) so it's time for my inner critic to shut the hell up and accept that the emo artist girl is actually an efficient, accomplished and well rounded professional.
Thank you very fucking much!
You see, it's really easy for me to look at the amount of time I spend sitting my ass in this damn chair and say it's not enough. And then when I do sit here 24/7, to argue with myself that not enough of that time was spent writing. But that's bullshit. There's been enough time to write 2000 words a day, make blog posts and do a smattering of promo.
There's been enough time out of the chair to watch upwards of 24 hours of movies with spouse and kids, and to go shopping for at least one full day. The house is clean(ish) Clean enough, anyway, Christmas has been packed away and the house has actually improved with the swamping out of the crazy hoarder person's crap in the basement. (That would mostly be me...)
So why is it that easy to listen to that nagging voice that says "not enough"? And so hard to listen to the voice of reason that says "Life is good."?
Does anyone else have this problem? My new years resolution this year is pretty simple. I'm going to take the time, every day, to reflect on what I accomplished and remind myself not to dwell on the items on the list that haven't been crossed off. Because let's be realistic. There will always be a list. Always.