How about this title? This is how I feel right now. I am slightly (okay, maybe very) overwhelmed with life at the moment. I like writing. I love writing, but with the start of the semester I have been falling of the writing train as of late. I keep getting textbooks in the mail, keep having meeting to go to because I am a teaching assistant this fall, and have been completely slammed at work (the weeks leading up to the start of the fall term are always absolutely insane in the financial aid office).
I know I’ve written almost this same thing in the past, but it is something I struggle with. Finding time to write is hard, and trying to not beat myself about it is harder. I know that I am busy – I work, go to school, am a teaching assistant, and am the president of a club at my university – but I’m not the only busy person in the world. In fact, busy people are able to churn out books at an alarming rate sometimes. Heck, even published and successful authors are insanely busy and still manage to write.
I think, though, that I am starting to learn to not listen to and compare myself to others. I know I’ve written about this before, too, but it’s important. Right now, getting my degree and being a successful and involved student on campus is of the utmost importance to me. I hate to say this, but I will have time to write my book later. I will also have time to resume writing my book once the semester has started. I can write for small little chunks of time whenever I can. I will still write, it may not be as much as I would like but I will write.
I will get there. It’s alright if it just takes me a bit longer than I anticipated.