A year or so ago I decided I wanted to take up running. I went out and bought some shoes and woke up early to go running at dawn. It was perfect, I loved it, and I did it exactly twice before I quit.
I assured myself that my reasons were valid. It wasn’t fun to run in my neighborhood. I didn’t like waking up early and didn’t have time in the evenings. I needed to find a track or something.
Lies, lies, lies! Yes, I did love to run (still do, in theory) but it was hard. I wasn’t seeing results (YOU ONLY RAN TWICE, MICHAEL!! TWICE!!!) and I was lazy. The goals I was trying to reach felt too far and too difficult. So I stayed on my couch. I still wear the running shoes, but I don’t run anymore. NaNoWriMo is my attempt to not do that again. I may have signed up on a bit of a whim, but I fully intend on trying my best to get to the 50,000. But the opportunity, and desire, to stop comes up often.
After hitting my 10,000 words plateau, I took the next day off. No shame in that. I wasn’t feeling well and life sometimes has an annoying way of getting all up in your face when you’re trying to do things that are important to you. The next day though, I had the thought in the back of my head that “well, maybe you don’t have to reach 50,000. Adjust your goal. Take it easy, man. This is just for fun after all.” While there is some truth in those words, I would have essentially quit if I had done that. I know myself. Take it easy, then easier, then just don’t get out of bed. I’ve wasted many years not doing things. Not reaching for goals. I’m a few months away from my 30’s and all I leave in my 20’s are missed opportunities and dropped goals.
Except NaNoWriMo. I want that badge on my profile page, even if I never sign up for it again. I want the satisfaction of getting there.
I stayed up late on my Friday night writing. Then I wrote some more today. I woke up early on Saturday to get some chores done to free up my day for writing. I’m now back up to where I need to be to finish on time. I’m making it work, and that feels fantastic.
Keep at it! The home stretch is right around the corner, and then we can have cake!