My birthday is next week – September 23. And I’ll be spending it with a world-wide group of authors at my live-but-virtual event “Brew Your Book: Stop ‘Percolating’ on Your Message and FINALLY Write Your Book.”
This is really exciting to me. Since this is a VIRTUAL event, I totally could have adjusted the dates of the event so it didn’t fall on my birthday.
But I WANT to spend it with you. You can still come – register here.
I use my birthday as another opportunity to check in – where am I on track for what I want for my life? My faith? My family? My business? My health? My recreation? And this year, added back in after many years absence, my art?
This morning, on my walk, I had to mentor myself through the “I’m not doing enough” train of thought. I had to consciously and purposefully remind myself that I spent seven of the last twelve months healing, another three building up my strength, and was only able to do much for two!
Let me tell you, I really hate copouts. And all that sitting and healing REALLY felt like a copout.
To make matters worse, I felt like I was robbed of one of the last two years in my thirties. Because, yes, I turn 39 on Thursday.
So, enough whining about the time that was lost. I can’t un-ring that bell – it’s gone.
And, my darling fellow author, you can’t un-ring the time bell for any time you’ve spent in the last year that didn’t (couldn’t) bring you closer to your writing goals. What we CAN do is use these three tips to make the most of YOUR next trip around the sun.
1. Assess – and Let It Go
Let’s be REALLY honest here, most of us don’t look back over a longer period of time, like a year, and easily see our successes. It’s all too easy to only see where we “failed” – where we didn’t do what we wanted.
I do this too.
Unless you have documented evidence of what you did and didn’t “do” – then move straight to the second part of this tip:
Let it go.
Forgive yourself and anyone else, and move on.
Today, on my walk, I was beating myself up for the fact I hadn’t walked in a couple of days. The shoulda coulda wouldas were playing loud in my head. And then I stopped myself:
I was walking IN THAT MOMENT.
Let the past go, move on and enjoy the walk (writing time) that was in front of me. Keep Reading!