For the majority of 2020 and 2021, I didn’t write anything. I had writer’s block, emotional block, mental block, exhaustion block. Everything was all blocked up!
This was my attempt to break through that chaos.
At the beginning of 2020, I gave myself an ultimatum: if I didn’t hit a significant accomplishment with writing, I would give up. I was turning 30, and I felt like it meant I needed to get real about my aspirations. So, if the year ended without a sign that I should keep trying, I was done.
Then I had my first piece with HelloGiggles published.
My husband said that counted as a sign, but I wasn’t sure. Was it a sign or a fluke? I’d act like it was the former for a while, but if I didn’t hit a new milestone, the ultimatum was still in effect. Because while writing has been my dream since I was in kindergarten, I’m not interested in wasting time. And continually pursuing something that’s so subjective, something where success isn’t guaranteed, was starting to feel like a big waste of time.
Read it here
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