…But it’s not.
Why? Because, maybe I can’t do that. I don’t know. But I’m sitting here, staring at a blank screen, trying to figure out how to make a post about celebrating your successes because that’s what I should be doing. I just won NaNoWriMo…i.e. I just wrote 50,000 words in one month. I get that that’s amazing. I get that that’s on top of another 50,000 words and that is also amazing. And I get that I set out to accomplish these goals back in July and I did just that, and that too is amazing.
And yet, other than a small, victory lap on social media, I don’t have any other thoughts on celebrating these successes.
Why do I feel this way? I’m asking myself that very question. Why can’t I celebrate my success? Why can’t I just sit back and have a glass of wine and snuggle up for a marathon of Once Upon a Time (seriously, stop judging)? My best guess is momentum.
I can’t stop.
...and we won’t stop…Thanks, Miley
As tough as it was to sit down and dedicate myself to one thing until I could say it was finished (or at least that step in the process), it’s the journey that I love. It’s in some ways how I feel when I’m training for a half marathon or another long distance event.
When I’m training for a run, it’s similar in that it takes a while. 12-16 weeks to be exact. And the journey can get really tiring. And there are high points and low points, but you gradually get closer to the race day. And then you get super pumped for the race and you imagine how grateful you’ll be to have finished the race, and then it’s over and you think…hmmmm…I’ll just rest for a bit, but then I should go find something else to train for so I don’t lose this momentum (there it is, again!).
It’s not a bad problem to have, but it’s there. And it steals the joy you imagine that you should have had from accomplishing such a great feat, because you’re constantly thinking about the next big thing.
So that’s the world I’m living in right now: What’s the Next Big Thing (NBT)? I have a couple answers, but I can guarantee it doesn’t include a lot of time for marathon viewings of ABC family shows (booooo, hissssss).
NBT 1: Fitness first! It’s December 1, and I am ready to get back into running and working out. I just signed up for a gym membership after a long hiatus (it’s too nice in the summer to waste it on a gym membership) and I’m already planning out how to make this month count. No January 1 woes for this girl, that’s for sure.
NBT 2: Baking. Well maybe there will be a few small woes on January 1, but it’s still worth it. I need to do some serious holiday-inspired baking this month. First up – chocolate covered pretzels, caramel corn and sugar cookies.
NBT 3: Happy by Design. Lindsay and I are putting our thinking caps on and making the most of our little blog during the month of December. As they say in the Lego movie that I’ve seen no less than 80 times in the last week, “Hold on to your butts!”
NBT 4: Reading. I have a seriously long list of books that I need to read. It’s not all going to happen in December, but I can make some good progress on the list over the next 30 days.
And where does this leave the book I spent so much time working on? Well, it leaves it right where I left it on November 29, when I wrote the last words. My goal is to not touch it for a couple weeks. I’d like to just focus on the four items above. I really think that’s enough to fill my personal plate…not to mention that list doesn’t even include all of the other priorities in my life…like family, friends, my job, traveling, wrapping presents, etc. But I have a feeling that I won’t be able to stay away very long. And that’s a REALLY good thing. Because if you feel the need to go back to it, it means there’s something there. So I hope this feeling pesters me for the next couple weeks, but only time will tell.
You gotta let it simmer.
So all of this to say, I suck at celebrating successes. I’m just constantly caught up in the momentum. So if you’re looking for someone to show you how to have a good time after a recent accomplishment? Well you’ll have to look elsewhere, because I’m not your girl.