It’s November 2nd, and day two of NaNoWriMo and I am already dealing with some major resistance,
Not resistance to writing, I’m enjoying that, Resistance to the commitment of writing, and of doing yoga – which I have done a grand total of two mornings in a row (at 6:45). It’s not that I don’t want to have a writing routine, nor that I don’t want to do yoga.
And it’s not that I don’t want to develop routines – because I think that’s key to me being much more satisfied with how I operate in my own life *
I think the problem is that I’m not sure I want *this* routine, not sure that I want to commit to getting up at 6:45 for yoga and writing a few thousand words a day. I’m not sure I want to be the type of person who does those things (although I’m fairly sure I want to be the type of person who has that stuff already done – I’m a puzzle!)
But I recognize this. Like I said above, this is the demon resistance, and damn it if I am going to let it slay me. I’ve read the books, I know that the first four days are the hardest – that it takes four days before something goes from ‘ I do that sometimes’ to ‘this is one of the things I do.’ And I don’t take crap from demons, especially piddly little ones like resistance. Resistance can go right back to hell.
Speaking of going back, I’m going back to writing.
*Do you have that going on? I’m not unhappy, in fact I am quite happy most of the time, but I am dissatisfied with my own performance. Not in a perfectionist way either, but in a not taking good enough care of myself, not stretching enough to get my (v. enjoyable) plans and dreams to work properly kind of way. No? You don’t know what I’m talking about? Jolly good then, carry on!