The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Or, at least in my case, the highway sped right past my intentions of completion!
I wanted so badly to finish my book this weekend. I set the goal for myself, and arbitrary line in the sand I thought I could meet. I could have done it. Seven chapters in five days. If I called off work, mainlined Red Bull, and refused sleep. It was possible.
But it wouldn’t have been done properly. I wouldn’t have had time to do intense research. It wouldn’t have been well thought out. It would have just been words slapped on a page in the name of completion.
Quite frankly, I’ve come too far - and worked too hard - to shortchange this story now.
You should know, I’m not a patient person. Of my many good qualities, that one seems to have gone missing. Despite my strong desire to finish, I knew I couldn’t rush this. I had to take the time to get it right. Realistically, unless I took a week’s vacation, I was asking myself to do a month’s worth of research and writing in a matter of five days.
So the weekend came and went. I’m still five chapters short - and that’s okay.
Sometimes we want things so badly that we ruin them by rushing it. In a way, the journey of the last year has taught me to trust in the natural timing of progression. You can’t rush things that need time to grow. Things will work out how they’re supposed to, all in the right time.
Just let go of your self-imposed expectations. Keep working. Don’t rush it.