I spent the past year rushing. Rushing to get revisions done. Rushing to line up promo events. Rushing to create marketing materials. Rushing. Rushing. Rushing.
I can’t remember a single moment where I wasn’t trying to do something faster or feeling like I was behind.
And in the end, I got sick. A prolonged, frustrating sick.
That brings me to today. I’m working at 75-80% of my usual abilities. I can’t rush. When I do, everything gets messed up.
And I realize I hate rushing. It sucks the joy out of what I’m doing.
So I’d rather do things at a more reasonable pace and actually, well, enjoy my life.
I’m done putting tons of pressure on myself to be faster and faster. I’m actually going to aim to be a little slower with things.
My goal for 2017: I’m going to do less in more time.