Last week's assignment was actually deceivingly difficult. Be proud of myself. I should be able to do that, right? For the most part, I am in a much better place today than I was five or so years ago. That is something I can be proud of. But, I'm not where I want to be yet.
To start things off, last Monday we had a guest speaker at our writing group. He is a published author, among many other accomplishments. It was great hearing from someone at his level. He was also a really cool guy. There was nothing in the way he presented himself, or acted towards anyone in the group that would lead me to not be proud of myself. Except - he was so into writing. It's his life. The way he said, "It's not that I need to write, I have to write," made me feel like I am just not dedicated enough. I don't stay up until 5am writing. I don't wake up in the middle of the night and wake up my fiance because I just have to write an idea down. I write when I can. When inspiration hits me. And I just hope it's enough to accomplish something.
Aside from that, work is certainly not giving me cause to be proud of myself. That's a whole topic to itself, but I won't get into it.
The only thing I can say that I did was to go to Whole Foods and sit at the Tapas bar with a beer while I waited for my fiance who was taking an essential oils class, and I wrote 600+ words for the motivational project that I will present tonight in my writing group. I definitely proud that I got that written. I just wish I could write more often.
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