I very rarely go to bed feeling like I’ve done enough in a day. I feel guilty after a weekend where I didn’t get enough done. It frustrates me how long it takes to write a novel. (Or, ahem, a guide to writing a novel. Almost done, swear!).
It never feels like there are enough hours in the day, or days in the weeks, or weeks in the months, or months in the year. Time slips away, and with it a chance to accomplish something or edge closer to your dream.
Social media only adds to the pressure. People are completing novels and making New York Times bestseller lists and curing cancer while juggling on a unicycle and it all looks so effortless and who needs sleep anyway??
And yet, I know that following this impulse to its extreme is a path to ruin. I have had stretches where I gave in to the temptation to try to do too much, and it messed me up. I got burned out, I neglected friendships, and experienced diminishing returns.
And that’s because when you try to do too much, you risk your enjoyment what you’re doing. Burn yourself out trying to write your novel and you may never finish.
But you need time with friends. You need rest. You need to have fun.
I embrace this feeling when I need to get something done, but also try not to feel guilty when I sleep my way through a lazy weekend.
I just try not to have too many of those.
Do you experience this feeling? How do you deal with it?
Art: Flight and Pursuit by William Rimmer