Inktober and NaNoWriMo: Sometimes you can’t do All The Things

If at all possible, I like to overdo things.

Sometimes it feels like All The Things. But that’s the problem: I WANT to do All The Things!

Life is short, right? Especially when you’re only five feet tall. (hah…. short jokes… #sorrynotsorry)

I feel like my brain is drowning amid a gazillion ideas and goals swirling around in my head.

Join ALL the motivational Facebook groups.

Dive into a diet during the holidays (I didn’t eat any candy on Halloween; there’s something wrong with me).

Commit to my FIRST EVER art show one week, followed by my SECOND EVER art show only two weeks after that —

while also being a wife and stepmom

and hosting Thanksgiving and traveling

and trying to make time for friends

and the gym and healthy cooking
and, ya know, my actual full-time job —

So, logically, I also joined two more commitments!: #inktober in October, and NaNoWriMo in November.

The former: A challenge to post a new ink drawing every day throughout the month.

The latter: National Novel Writing Month, in which you (you guessed it) write a novel.

I got through #inktober, which ended yesterday, with only a week’s worth of casualties. It was fun to interpret the daily prompts, and force myself to post to Instagram once a day. See? MOTIVATION, man.

NaNoWriMo, though, will be much harder. It starts today, and requires over 1,600 words per day. (Comparison: This post is 444 words.)

By the end of November, I should have a decent chunk added to my (ridiculously long) novel storyline. That’s the plan — or at least, that WOULD be the plan.

Except sometimes, you have to try something even more radical than being radical. Sometimes, you have to take a step back into reality.

I’m human, and I can’t always do All The Things (no matter how much I want to). Sure, I can pare down my social media-centric wasted time each day; I can multitask and apply myself and wake up earlier. But I also need to breathe sometimes.

So I’m going to approach NaNo with what I’d normally consider a fatalist, negative viewpoint: I don’t expect to hit my 50,000-word goal.

I’m attacking my goal, assuming I won’t meet my goal.

And I’m okay with that. Because I’d rather take the opportunities that life hands me, and figure out how they can serve me, instead of me serving them.

This end of this month may not find me with a completed installment in my novel series — but I’ll still be further along than I am right now at the beginning.

And ya know? That sounds like a worthwhile effort to me.

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