Deadlines Are Hard
Especially the Self-Imposed Ones
I am nine days into my December writing goals, and I have been doing pretty well. I have been writing and reading every day. I seem to have a deep well of ideas to draw from. I have been submitting stories and poetry daily. No problem…
The most challenging part of my goals is the 2–5 minute non-fiction story PER DAY that I gave myself.
I have to be honest, yesterday (day 8), I began to dread the non-fiction deadline I had given myself.
This is seeming awfully familiar.
If you have ever done the Whole30 diet or something similar, then you know about the honeymoon phase. You know- that first week where you feel so accomplished for having made the commitment in the first place. You went shopping with an awesome list. You prepped all your meals for the week. You are eating so well, you have become the biggest cheerleader in your Facebook group.
And then around day 8, it starts to get really HARD. This is the time where your cravings are really testing your will power. And then someone fucking brings Duck Donuts (Oh my, these are heaven, if you ever have the chance, eat them.) into work.
It is almost the time where you might give up, but nope! You walk away, safe!
You go to that Facebook group triumphant! Yay you!
This is where I am.
I am staring at those maple bacon glazed demons, and they are telling me it is fine to skip a day of writing. No one will care. Except…
I want to keep my promises to myself.
It is almost December 10. I will try not to procrastinate tomorrow.
So writers, readers, stick to your December goals! Momentum is magical.
© Samantha Lazar 2019
Thank you for reading. My name is Samantha. I teach 5th graders everything from Language Arts to How to Be a Good Human. I also teach creative writing classes, workshops, and lessons. I still want to be a writer when I grow up.
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