For example my writing was erratic and inconsistent. On some days I wrote five thousand words and then for months, I wrote nothing at all. As a result, I wrote little, although I wished I wrote more. My ambitions were inconsistent with my efforts.
My misery ended for ever when one evening I resolved the following two things.
1. I accepted I am not a champion writer who is addicted to writing. I was small and insignificant, yet I was happy at the way God has made me; complete and perfect.
2. I decided to write just fifty words daily. Even if the heavens fell this was something I could easily do, and I would surely write more on some days, but that’s a bonus. My target was no longer the ‘great American novel’ or fifty thousand words every month. I realized these former goals were not only unrealistic but also stress inducing. But now I was liberated. I am small and I write just fifty words daily.
I wrote a lot more than fifty words. But I kept reminding myself that I was exceeding my targets, and I didn’t need to. I was happy to write more because I was good and doing better than what I could.
My mind had less reason to rant and fret now. Sometimes my mind does prod that I could increase the target and write more. But I realize that’s cheating by the mind.
In the past I had higher targets but wrote little. Now with little targets, I am writing so much more. Hence I figured out, it’s better to under promise and over deliver when it comes to dealing with the mind.
My most precious realization in life: When I am happy at my success, I can contribute much more.