I look forward to reading the next post.
]]>I’ve spent nearly 3 years beating myself up for not retaining my productivity levels in my chosen career path. It wasn’t until I forgave myself for the fact that sometimes life DOES intervene (despite all the folks who wrote themselves out of depression, cancer, domestic violence, etc.) The truth is: I couldn’t. My mother needed me. My MIL needed me. My family needed me. And, moreover, I wanted to be there for them. I got the chance to travel as I never thought I would. All of this took me away from writing. And you know what? I’m okay with moving the deadlines back and knowing I lost ground in the marketplace. Writing is one part of my life, not all of it. It wasn’t until I let go of past choices and regrets that I felt able to move forward again from where I was now. I will make the progress I’m meant to make, and it is from where I left off… not in comparison to others. I wish you well in your next steps and in the painting. 🙂
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