Did I mention that 2024 was a really good year for me? I was published for the first time, I hit the one-year anniversary of this blog, I did a ton of reading. I was so productive!
So, tell me why I haven't done anything in January 2025? Actually, don't tell me, because I already know the answer. Do you? Hint: It's in the post title.
Anxiety.
It's a bitch.
I have projects lined up. I need to write blog posts, I have a story idea I'm working on about a household spirit, and I received a conditional acceptance on another story, but I need to make some revisions. That last one is probably the most important.
What am I anxious about? Well, I had a really good year last year! And now I'm afraid that it's the only good year I'm ever going to get—that I'm a failure if 2025 doesn't top last year.
I think it's good to acknowledge our anxieties so we can move past them. Look, the truth is: 2025 might not be as productive or successful for me as 2024. That doesn't mean that I'm a failure and it doesn't mean that last year was the only good year I'll ever have as a writer.
So, I've acknowledged the anxiety. Now I need to move past it. Hopefully next week I'll report back with some actual writing done.
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