So this morning as Kendall and I walked I hit 'the wall'. Not hard, but hard enough that I recognized the symptoms of 'give-up-itis' setting in. Two weeks in, tons longer than anything I've ever attempted before, and it finally got hard. But we were only half way through, and it wasn't like I could pull an 'Andrew' and lay down on the road to wait for someone to figure out what's wrong and carry me home. So I pushed through, worked a little bit harder, and then I found my stride. The rest of the walk was great.
I've found this 'push through' ability within myself, not from my inate nature, but forced on me by motherhood. I've always been a flash-in-the-pan, instant-gratification kind of person. But when you're a mom, there is no end to what needs to be done. There is no 'exit' button here.
And finally that has started to trickle into the rest of my life. Most notably my writing.
I've written I don't know how many first chapters. Too many. But finally one has stuck around longer than five pages. Horray! That 'keep it going' attitude has gotten me through to the fourth chapter.
Now if only that would trickle down to the dishes.
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