It’s been a long year. Then again, every year’s been a long year. I was doing well this year after a bit of a rough start (adjusting to living alone was harder and took longer than expected). Work load is always heavy, but I’ve begun to thrive on the stress (duh). But around end Sept/start Oct I started losing grip.
It started out with family drama, then my cat got sick and then work deadlines that were already sliding together just landslided (landslid? God, my words). Things are more on track now, I’m getting there and the final deadline of the year is within reach. But I’m so demotivated and uninspired. I’m struggling to stay patient, kind and understanding. I’ve pushed myself hard this year, probably too hard. I just… can’t anymore.
I started #NanoWrimo aaaand yeah, that lasted a week. I got to 5 000 words. That’s 15 000 short of my target, but 5 000 more than I would have written otherwise.
I’m just trying to find something to keep me going for the next few weeks.