Last year I was a lean, mean (well, maybe not "lean") writing machine. I worked on several projects at one time and pulled many all-nighters, resulting in several works published with positive reviews. Great, huh? Well ...
For some reason, with two current works in progress and four in the wings, the past month and a half found me dragging my feet (or fingers). I used every distraction available to avoid writing. It had become a chore, and that petrified me. Not only did I lose my enthusiasm for writing, but for everything else as well. I was going through the motions ... my heart wasn't along for the ride. Was I going crazy? Having a breakdown?
Nah, that wasn't it at all. My mind and body (subtle hints from God) were telling me to rest. Although pleased with what I had accomplished, the pace was not healthy. I was burning an odd-shaped candle at multiple ends ... with family responsibilities, ministries, marketing, social media, and writing sporadically throughout the day then well into the wee hours of the morning. I became mentally and physically exhausted, thus causing me to flat-out shut down. I also ended up with a virus that hung around for almost four weeks because of a weakened immune system.
The crisis is over, thank God. The experience taught me the importance of pacing myself in all aspects of my life, setting reasonable expectations as well as taking time to just kick back without feeling guilty.
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