Some days it feels like I am just going in circles. I do the same thing every day, usually in the same order, and at times my life gets quite boring. I heard someone say “only boring people are bored.” I don’t want to be a boring person.
It is a curse, I suppose. Living the life you want, you truly can’t have everything. I suppose I could go outside more, but that mean less time working on my words.
If I reduce the number of words I write every day, then I don’t have the ability to live the comfortable lifestyle I’ve grown accustomed to.
On the other hand, if I venture outside more, I get into more adventures, see more things and have more experiences. So, there is always a trade off.
Being in a new town, during a pandemic lock-down means there isn’t a point in going outside anyway. And therein lies the problem. It is a simple case of “I want it because I can’t have it.”
It will pass, as all things do. In the mean time, I continue to write for my clients and for myself. The idea being that eventually, one day, I will only need to write for myself.
In a world of instant gratification, slower processes seem pointless. I am in that weird position, though, where I am old school enough to appreciate the slow and steady, but new school enough to appreciate instant gratification.
As with everything else in life, the trick is to find that balance. Find the “happy medium” where I am simultaneously successful enough to live and be how I want, but working enough to allow external gratification.
Less hermit, more profit, if you will.
I figured out how to get myself to this point in my life, I worked at that goal and I reached it.
Now, I need to only make that next goal and start reaching for that.
For now, I write words and work on my novel.