So I mentioned in the last article that I've got a project for the fall season. Specifically, to write and publish 12 personal development books. I thought five days per book would be totally doable.
Towards the end, the time I could use for one book decreased to two days. Like now. I'm on book number 11, and there's only 5 days left in this month.
I'm exhausted. Physically and mentally. Every morning, I wake up, thinking there's no way I have the energy to get stuff done, only ending up doing exactly the work I need to do to stay on schedule. In the evening, I'm beat. Eyes fall out of my eyes. I don't even have energy to watch TV. And the next morning, the whole day starts from scratch.
I swear, every day it feels like I have to take the one ring to Mordor. It feels like a huge ordeal. Something you should only need to do once.
But for some time now, and until the evening of November 30th, I'm doing it every day.
What keeps me going is trusting that it'll all be worth it when it's done.
Another thing that helps is trying to think of the exhaustion as good exhaustion. You know, the kind you get from loving to work. I'm beat, and it feels good.
I'll pamper myself so much when I'm done.
Happy last few days of November!
P.S. After a week of obsessively thinking about food and hence not being able to concentrate on work, I quit the whole starvation thing and went carnivore. I don't know how I could have got anything done if I hadn't.