This academic writing month has been strange for me. I’d already been pushing myself to the limit, but somehow I thought it was a good idea to push myself even harder. You can read about my goals and the ensuing exhaustion here.
I’m a productivity addict: I love breaking down goals into bitesize tasks and smashing them. I’ve always been this way, I just love going fast. How could I turn down the opportunity to be even MORE productive? What what negative consequences could possibly arise?
Exhaustion, depression, anxiety, nausea, irritability, stress, to name a few.
In addition, I’m currently working on my literature review, which needs careful, considered thought. I need to get the story just right.
So for the rest of #acwrimo (as of last Wednesday, the 20th), I’ve made a new goal: To slow down.
To sit with a pen resting against my chin, considering my argument. To rest, and relax, and do things I enjoy. To run my ideas past my friends (thanks in advance, friends). And to gently coax the story of my literature out from where it is hiding.
It will be both very easy and very difficult.
What do you think? Is slowing down hard for you? Do you find it hard to find a mid-ground between on and off? I’d love to hear about it in the comments.