This month has been one long lesson to me about guarding my writing time. In fact it has been about what happens when you don’t say ‘No’ and don’t set boundaries. It is a lesson I thought I learnt a few years ago but I always need reminding that when I don’t have time for myself and what is important in my life I become a very unhappy Biddy.
So what went wrong?
I think like anything it is one of gradual erosion of my barriers, because giving in to loved ones is over the little stuff isn’t a problem is it? Everyone has to have a little give and take… and we all want to help out people we love. But for me it was the thin edge of the wedge. Once I had given in to the little stuff it became harder to say ‘No’ to the other stuff. To want to not be selfish because that day you had booked off to write meant you could be around to:
And then of course when there was a bit of writing time I was too stressed to write because I was worrying that I hadn’t been writing. Picture me running round in circles smacking into walls!!
Last weekend there was a step change though. Firstly I said how I felt and you know what they say about a problem shared! Secondly I had time for me. Biddy Time. I cuddled it to myself and revelled in the knowledge that no one was going to speak to me for at least twenty four hours (unless I wanted them to). Thirdly I actually got round to picking up the revisions… and with some help from the lovely Ms Donna Alward I have restarted them and managed to burn through quite a bit.