After writing the post earlier this week about my writing journey since coming up with the idea of starting my own blog; I got to thinking more deeply about the true reality of what a creative pursuit like having a blog and publishing articles means for my life. It has been extremely personally rewarding to share my work with a wider audience but nonetheless earlier this week I was feeling pretty overwhelmed with trying to submit new articles, editing more articles all the while constantly checking my phone to see if I received the email that my guest post had been accepted. Between that and researching new sites to send my work to, I was just spent. I’m already working full-time and spending an additional 3-4 hours every day this week on my writing and trying to get it seen by more people was just draining me. I was letting every single ping for every brand new email dictate the rhythm of my day, which just sucked and made me feel irritable. I know I have been going at it harder than usual lately because I feel some nice momentum with my writing with my work published in more places and potentially help more people on to be productive and practice self-care. But somehow I have completely been neglecting my own self-care at the expense of being extremely productive. I know I was feeling really overwhelmed when I woke up on Wednesday and my very first thought was how I needed to write in my journal about how overwhelmed I felt and I had only had my eyeballs open for less than a minute at that point. Not good. I’m sure many of these feelings are shared by solopreneurs and people trying to get their career off the ground or embarking on a new enterprise. I also read an interesting article today that had a great quote about how if you don’t set your priorities, someone else will do so for you. In my case, it’s something, i.e., the writing. Knowing that there is always something else I could be doing which is true of almost every human endeavor and accepting that as a reality is something I am going to have to get better at doing. Luckily last night I was able to silence some of the urges to be on the computer coming up with new articles to pitch to editors and instead watched TV for the first time in what felt like ages without constantly checking my Twitter feed at the exact same time. I also had a little dance party in my living room listening to some of my favorite songs on YouTube and boy did it feel good. I had no idea how much I needed to disconnect and now I’m considering initiating a no technology zone for one hour before I plan on going to bed. I think if I double down on my evening ritual by prioritizing relaxation time maybe by starting my nightly reading earlier, I may be able to eliminate the smartphone checking habit. So technically blogging isn’t ruining my life; thinking that if I skip a day of writing I will never again produce a piece of work that is publishable anywhere, a bit more so. Baby steps.