When does pushing yourself, challenging yourself, turn into something else? When we beat ourselves up instead of cheering ourselves on? When we thrash and sink instead of swim with a strong, steady stroke?
I'm tired of not accomplishing what I set out to do. Some of it is not in my control - and I'm okay with that - but a lot is. I decided to do something about it. In addition to the usual things life throws at us, including a physical and a date with the scale I am so not looking forward to, I'm working on time management, decluttering, prioritizing. I'm in the middle of a number of writing projects, including prepping for NaNo. I'm stretching my social muscles by actually going out into the world. (Gasp!) I'm going to Sisters in Crime meetings, taking some art and exercise classes, trying some new activities.
And I want to crawl back inside my shell and hide.
The writing part is hard for many reasons. (I don't have to tell you all that!) The social part is hard for other reasons. (Anxiety, anyone?) But if I want to do better and be better, be the best me I can be, then I have to strive. I don't mind bending. I just don't want to break.
Where do you draw the line for yourself? When is enough, enough? How do you know when to take a break, take a breath?