SPLINTERED PAGES

SPLINTERED PAGES

So I didn't get any writing done yesterday. I have scores of messy drafts, but for the life of me, I just couldn't churn out a couple of presentable sentences let alone a paragraph.

I wrote, I striked it out, I rewrote, I deleted....and it went on and on a handful of times.

I could have berated myself for breaking the chain and beaten myself to death about it. But I said something else to myself instead---

"Take a break, just so that you don't break!"

The mind is always a chatter box pushing you to the brink of overthinking. It was at it once I shut down my process of typing and quit sitting in front of a blank screen.

"Oh no, Writing block?!! What if I never write again", it said

I had to silence the voice in my head kindly with a

"No, that would just be an excuse not to do something that I passionately believe in".

Practically speaking, sometimes everybody just needs to take a step back, take a break and recharge.

The chatterbox was convinced instantly and went along with me "Yes, you'll be back to being yourself tomorrow. If not, the day after...take your time".

I changed strategies and stopped chasing ideas forcibly.

Yesterday, success to me meant that I tried writing even when I couldn't. I put in the effort. Today, I'm as proud of my rough drafts as I am with my fine tuned ones, when I see them. I do have something to show after all.

If not a masterpiece, a small piece.

This morning, I may not have whipped up mind blown articles or slices of my life but I went ahead to write about my not-so-successful day in it's real, true self.

Success to me doesn't always mean wearing a diamond-studded crown everyday. If it weighs down on me, I gladly take it off and put it aside.

A dainty tiara will have to do. If that too gets in the way if and when I want to let my hair down, 'Dainty Tiara' will have to step aside for awhile.

Yesterday was just about that.

"Praise the Effort "was the motto. It always is.

After a well rested and refreshed day, I'm back to being myself. Nothing that an early dinner and calling it an early night with a good 8hr sleep couldn't fix.

I always keep in mind that I don't have to be super- productive every day.

✨Getting up, showing up is Success

✨Facing the day is Success

✨Getting basic things done is Success

✨ Following my heart is Success

✨Being there for my loved ones is Success

✨Trying is...Success!

✨ Pausing to Reset and Recharge myself... Success!

✨When I can look myself in the eye at the end of the day...Success.

✨ When I walk with equal ease and confidence even without a crown on my head...is SUCCESS to me.

----Sangeetha Kamath

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