Ah the joy of a deadline….

Now don’t get me wrong. I live to be a writer.  It’s what I want, what I’ve always wanted (whether I knew it or not), and what I aspire to keep doing.  It’s who I am.
But let’s not confuse the positives and the negatives of the job.  And the negatives are, most definitely, deadlines.

For you see, I am not one of those creatures who handles pressure well.  I know, I know who does, right?  Well there are those who do. That thrive on it.  I shrink. I get the job done, yet. But I have a lot of anxiety,  do you?  I never realized how bad it was.  I get myself into a tizzy really. 

In college, while everyone around me was freaking out, stressing and studying their asses off, I was not.  I kept repeating my mantra:  “stress is counterproductive.”   I had it figured out then. I also drank and smoked pot quite a bit which helped deflect the whole responsibility issue.  But I had the right idea in there somewhere.  Stressing out will only go against everything.  I need to practice that now. (Sans the alcohol and pot of course!)

Anyhoo, thanks for stopping by.  I’m going to relax and get busy on my outline and summary for DinerGirl.  Deadline is looming.  I’m gonna breathe.  Maybe now is a good time for yoga again!