This time last year, I had just finished my Honours thesis. I was exhausted, but thrilled and proud of myself. My topic—some of you already know—was a memoir from a time in my life over twenty years ago. It was cathartic to write through it, make sense of it.
It took me some weeks after completing honours to even glimpse at my laptop again. I would avoid looking at the far end of the dining table, where it sits, where I wrote most of the words. If I did happen to glance in its general direction, it would be laced with contempt or suspicion. I remember struggling with the idea of writing again.
Now, in contrast, I have turned that 10,000 word document into a hybrid work of fiction and memoir of more than 76,000 words. I have written near-daily blog posts here, based on the daily word prompt, and I have written (and edited) in my freelance capacity. I also started writing for a non-profit organisation, in a temping role. On Friday, I pitch my hybrid manuscript to a publisher. I wouldn’t be able to do that, I wouldn’t be in this position if I’d listened to my low this time last year.
It’s been a big twelve months.
My point with this post is not to give up on yourself. I don’t know what sort of state you’re in at the moment. Whether you are on a high, or struggling with a deep low, keep doing what you love. Keep on singing, acting, dancing, writing, running…whatever!
Keep on with it…you never know where it will take you.