Two weeks of writing, and two weeks of yoga. That’s pretty damn good, I think.
I didn’t write every day, but the one day I took off (my birthday) was a conscious choice, not slacking off and I made sure to get right back at it the next day.
I have done yoga every day and 9/14 times it was at 6:45am (on weekends and the day after my birthday, I did it later). It’s damn hard to drag myself out of a warm bed to hit the mat at that hour but I have committed to it, so I’m doing it.
And my reward has been insight into my writing process, 25, 614 words of a new novel, increased flexibility, and arm muscles. The muscles are still developing, but they’re there and they are getting stronger – I could feel the difference at taekwon-do tonight. Oh, and I’ve also been enjoying the self-satisfaction that comes with following through on a commitment to yourself.
I know that no one else cares about whether I write this novel, or build arm muscles, but I do. And so every time I fire up the laptop or roll out the mat, I am respecting my own wishes, and I am discovering the power in that.
I’m not sure what I will want to do after this month of practise. I may not want to write every day, I may not want to write this much every day. I may not want to keep getting up at 6:45am to do yoga. But now, I’ll have a choice and it will be a choice based on actual information, not an assumption. I can decide if I like the path I am on, or if I want to change things up, I can choose a new challenge. It’s exciting, and I feel really positive about where all this can lead.
Let’s see what the next two weeks brings.