Yesterday I just kept coming up with things I should do, to keep me from doing what I needed to do.
Finally I texted my inspiring cousin and said:
I don’t feel like writing. Therefore the plan is for me not to get up until I have a Thousand words down.
And then I started writing. Thirty-four minutes later I had a thousand and ten words.
It felt good. And I went out and cut more grass.
In reality, I probably should have stayed in and written more, but at least it was a start.
Some days I have to make myself sit down and write.
Some days I have to decide what’s more important: doing what I feel like doing, or doing what I need to do. (Hint, feelings shouldn’t rank very high on my list at this moment…)
Other days I just want to write, write, write and it’s a lot of fun.
Inspiration isn’t always there.
But I’ve discovered I don’t have to have inspiration.
I have to have drive and purpose.
And that, I do have.
What about you? Can you relate?