When I first started this blog, almost every single post was public. Then, a year or so back, I decided that the internet didn’t need to know that much about me.
I put almost every single post to private, and gave little thought to my writing career.
Then, not to repeat the cycle, I returned back to my dreams. I finished the draft of my novel. I thought–I need to get myself out there. I returned to this website, and put about half posts public, half posts private.
I’m not entirely sure what was more depressing: the infrequency of posting in general, or just how similar the themes went.
It would be easy to see me as someone who keeps washing out. Ha, a writer. Like they haven’t said that before. Mmhmmm. Getting published. Mmmmhmmm. Sips a cup of coffee while they listen to me rattle on, right?
I prefer to think of it more like not giving up. Like that phrase in Panic At The Disco’s Hallelujah song, “You’ll never know if you don’t ever try again, so let’s try, let’s try, let’s try.”
The main common theme was work kicking my ass. And not just like, wow every day sucks kind of way but just, I have no boundaries when it comes to work. I enjoy the work that I do. I find it fulfilling. Is it mid level management. Yeah. Are there a lot of times I find myself going, I really don’t like this part of management. Also, yeah. Do I sometimes feel like taking my boxing class after work is a good idea so I can just punch a 100 lb leather bag? Definitely yeah.
But for the most part, I can say that I am happy with my job. I have a freedom to develop policies and employees. Those are the good parts.
The part where the boundary greys is when I am thinking about work nearly every spare moment. Where I will schedule myself 11 hour shifts for the good of the team. Where slack dings on my phone and I’m reaching for it so that I’m available.
Let no one say I never answer my Tash-taken slack messages.
This was a very recurrent them in the posts I reviewed–some of them are public (again), some of them are still private.
But this is a juggle that I’ve never mastered. If life is comprised of three balls (work, hobbies, and making sure you’re getting the trash out), I’m really good about managing two of them. It’s the third, hobbies, that I suck at.
And to be frank–I don’t want writing to be a hobby. I do want to craft a career from my writing. It’s just figuring out how to kick that ball back in the air, and to keep it there.
That said, I am for the most part happy with the self improvement I have developed. I finished a draft like three years in the making, right?
Gotta count for something.