Yesterday, I felt pretty bad. I got home at about five at night (or in the afternoon, however you want to look at it) and didn’t feel like doing anything. I was tired and hungry and all I wanted to do was go to bed, since I had been up since six that morning and rushing around for most of the day. I had a massive amount of writing to do, and I told myself I’d do it after dinner when I got a chance to sit down. I was hoping that, maybe with some food in my system, my brain would wake back up. But alas, that never happened and dinner only made me more sleepy. Eventually, I gave up and went to bed at around nine, which is early even for me. I figured that I could get caught up on writing the next day because I usually feel better in the morning.
I lay there in bed, fifteen minutes away from falling asleep and I felt guilty for not pushing myself to stay up and write. I was thinking about all the people with full-time jobs and children to take care of and how they manage to be productive. I know that if that was the case for me, I’d never write a word!
I woke up this morning and told myself that I was going to write. I was going to hammer out all the words I hadn’t written yesterday, plus the words I was supposed to write today. I put that thought into my brain and as soon as I finished breakfast, fed the cat, and walked the dog, I sat down at my computer and started to write. I started writing at eight and didn’t finish until about 12:30 in the afternoon. But I finished everything from the day before and today, and my total word count was 6,204.
So, after all that doubt and guilt, I managed to meet my goal. The moral of the story is that no matter how bad you feel, things will usually look better (and more achievable) in the morning. The other moral of the story is that you shouldn’t make yourself feel guilty. Everyone is entitled to a day for rest and refueling. 🙂