Plenty of Me Time

Sometimes I feel like I’m running out of time. I know I’m not. But something in my brain tells me I am. That when I have a day when I don’t write a lot–or enough to my mind–I’ll die before accomplishing a decent story.

Taking a rest day, or a recovery day, a personal day, a mental day–it fills me with anxiety because I feel like I’m not getting anywhere. It’s another reason why I decided to start the blog. It lets me see my progress, my dedication, and that even though I take time for myself, it doesn’t mean I’m ever going to lose my chance to continue writing.

I’m not running out of time no matter how often my own brain thinks I am.

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