This time of year is generally the time of year I collapse with exhaustion [that’s being dramatic, I basically just get really tired and want to hibernate] because I’m a workaholic. I mention this a lot and if you follow me on the social media’s you’re probably aware that I take on a lot of ‘projects’.
October is always dedicated to Inktober – draw a picture a day. Doesn’t sound like much but when you’re tired from a long day and then you have to come up with something to drawer? Well, I’m someone who, when I say I’m going to do something, I do it. No matter what.
And then comes November where I take on the challenge of writing a full 50,000 novel in one month.
These kinds of things, on top of working full time, trying to edit previously written books, trying to watch as many TV shows as possible, maintain a good relationship with my boyfriend, keep my dog walked, fed, and loved, see friends, train as a samurai [this is a real thing], see family, read constantly, try to practice guitar regularly, blog… the list goes on.
I get frazzled – all because I want to do it all. Does this strike a chord? I’m not even trying to sell you anything, here. I’m not going to give you five products that help me relax, I’m not going to give you hints and tips on how to get though all the work, I’m just writing out my over-achieving struggles. I may not post this but, at the same time, I want to be transparent about what it means to be a content creator, a writer, a human being. It’s not all pretty pictures and fun blog posts. I mean, I’m having fun and I love life to the max, but I’m tired sometimes.
I might try to do a little more yoga over the next few months – drop some TV shows and chill out for real!