Getting Back Into Me Time
It’s Thursday! So let’s not talk about the baby. Let’s talk about me. And writing. And how I’ve finally found my way back to it after eight months of stagnancy.
I wrote about #continuouspractice once before, but did I really appreciate it at the time? No. Of course I didn’t. (Insert grumble grumble grumble so much time before baby grumble grumble.) (Seriously, though. What did I even do with my time before I had a child?)
The truth of it is, I have about five baby-free hours a day. Two hours of napping (on a good day), and three hours between Ambrose’s bedtime and my own bedtime. Only recently has this schedule become somewhat of a reliable thing. During those five baby-free hours, I have about sixteen hours’ worth of things do get done. Exercise, house cleaning, balancing the finances, reading, fun projects…you get the idea. Some of it I leave for when the baby is awake, because there’s no use wasting precious baby-free time doing something silly like folding laundry. Some of it I just don’t do. (Someone want to come and clean my shower for me? Thanks.)
All this is to say: the stuff that I really want to get done, I have to prioritize. Last month, I decided to prioritize my writing with Continuous Practice. And guys? It worked better than I ever expected. I’m excited about my writing again. It’s fantastic. I feel like I have a part of myself back after a long time away. The only problem is, now I can’t get enough writing goodness! I’m listening to two years’ worth of the Story Grid podcast, trying to read the book by the same name, and writing my way back into Basically Yours, my YA Pride and Prejudice-meets-PSL’s. I’m also planning a literary fiction pastiche that I might whip through for NaNoWriMo, or might not, depending on how I’m feeling on November 1. And of course, I got this blog back up and running.
And with that, the baby is awake. So! Suffice it to say: if you’re lost and alone, and you’re sinking like a stone, carry on…with Continuous Practice. It doesn’t matter what your thing is — knitting, baking, woodworking, crossword puzzles, decorative shrinky-dinks. Whatever makes you feel human and not like a Mom-opotamus, take time to do it every day for thirty days. I promise you, it will make a huge difference.
And that’s about all I have time for! But if you’re of the commenting ilk, please, let me know: do you have any tried-and-true strategies for escaping a slump?