New Leaf, Same Old Stick…

I think my leaves are definitely changing. :) I'm feeling more productive, I've been sleeping and little by little, I'm organizing things around the house. I got my books organized, I got my room fixed and half that vat of laundry put away.

I was talking to a friend of mine, actually, and I was beating myself up about how I don't feel my writing has picked up enough and how different it is from the way it used to be.

That's when it hit me.

I'M different. Like, completely different. Yes, I'm coming back into myself, but let's face it, I'm never going to be the person I was two years ago and that person is not the person I was two years before that, before I was pregnant and discovered that writing takes a hard back seat to insistent baby girls. And that's okay. Change is supposed to happen, although I don't really recommend super drastic changes all at once if you can avoid it, lol.

But here's what smacked me between the eyes: Despite all those changes and concessions and my learning to accept (GOD I sound like a hippy!), I've still been judging myself by the same old measuring stick.

Isn't it strange that when it comes to others, making adjustments is easier, but for ourselves, accepting less is the last thing we think about?

The question is now…how tall should my new stick be? 1k a day on the writing, a clear desk and a load of laundry folded and put away every day? That might just be a tad high. But it makes a nice goal, right?

What do you think? Have you adjusted your stick yet?

Dee