It seems I am finally crossing a bridge into the land of productivity, and this is definitely something to celebrate. If you’ve been keeping up with my blog posts, you’ll know I’ve been struggling to write for the last few months. And it’s not that I haven’t wanted to, but it seems every time I’m home there has always been something I’ve had to prioritize over writing (which sucks, but let’s face it, that’s reality sometimes). But, I have finally dropped my fulltime orientation hours at the hospital to my contracted 0.5FTE, which has given me a welcome break and time to actually get shit done.
Of course, by now there’s a gigantic list built up of all the things I was putting off, so it’s not like I’ve been able to shut myself in my study and write all day. But, slowly, my chaotic life is being dismantled and rearranged into something that at least resembles order. I sat outside a few evenings ago, cup of tea in hand, and wrote a solid 1000 words while sitting on the steps of my deck. It has been a long time since I’ve been able to pump out over 1000 words in one sitting, and it felt really good. I was engaged, I was enjoying myself, and another chapter is now close to its end.
Let’s just call the last few months water under the bridge, shall we?