Reframe "Shouldn't I have accomplished more by now?" with me
It has been almost two years since I wrote my first post on this blog, 'New baby, New house, New semester... New plan to finish my first children's book.' And I'm here to report that the plan didn't really go to plan. The children's book is still not done yet, the desk has been dismantled and repurposed, the apartment has been moved out of, the almost 3 year old baby is expecting a sibling to arrive in the middle of next year-- and I still don't feel much more accomplished or confidant in my abilities or body of work than I was then. Shouldn't I have figured it out by now? Shouldn't I be done struggling so much? There are also plenty of other personal battles, like learning how to make my house smell nice, or figuring out how to get myself to wash my hair regularly, which I have still not managed to master either. Life is a lot more depressingly realistic than the grand ambitions for glory, polish, and prolificness that I harbor secretly in my hear...
