Amazing things keep happening to me. And by “amazing”, I mean amazing. Inspiring. Motivating. When I get up in the morning I practically spring out of bed. Me. Spring. It’s just not something I would have believed six months ago, and I’m pretty sure the only reason I believe it now is because this morning’s springing involved a little too much enthusiasm and resulted in my tripping over my camera case and stumbling about on sore feet for a few moments before regaining something akin to composure. And still smiling. Yes, despite the lack of grace, there was definite springing.
So, what’s happened to make me so … uncharacteristically enthusiastic in the mornings?
I’m making friends.
Friends are important to me and not having friends here has been really trying. Most importantly, I’m in regular contact with my friends and family at home – daily chats with my best friend are certainly keeping me sane (though I’m pretty sure they’re driving her insane). I feel like I now have enough contacts that I am getting out and exploring and talking and meeting and laughing. This is so good for me that I sometimes feel torn before going out with a new friend and staying home to write. They are both equally important, at this stage in my Singaporean life.
I’m eating well.
Right now I really want a pizza and ice cream. I’ve been craving this for five days now, so the fact that I haven’t relented isn’t testament to wanting to lose weight or be healthy, but testament to the fact that the way I’m feeling right now is fantastic. I don’t want to spend a couple of days wobbling about with bloated belly just because I caved to cravings. I cannot express how good I feel, how light and fit and healthy. I don’t want to lose that feeling, and so I’m motivated to continue eating healthily. Sure, I have my special treats (usually one – count it! ONE! – Ferrero Rocher when sweet cravings get too much) and a glass of wine on weekends, but eating well is also about treating myself well. I’m being kinder to myself physically and emotionally, and I’m benefiting from this kindness much more than I ever did from berating myself.
I’m not writing every day, and some weeks I’m not writing at all, but I am writing in such a way that I feel like I am, truly, a writer. I have a weekly writing goal that helps me contribute to my writing goal for the year, and I am writing lots of articles and blog posts – some of which are getting submitted and actually accepted, which is a nice ego boost for me.
All of these things are part of my goals that I wrote up a month ago, and all of these things are adding a quality to my life that I never thought I’d have. I’m actually happy. And sure, there are dark days and tired days and sleepless nights … but they’re a part of life, and my life is very good right now. Having friends and feeling good about my health are inspiring me to spring out of bed and write. Sometimes the ideas are there and sometimes they’re not, but I spend each day thinking about my writing – and I credit this to feeling good every day.
My writing wish for you this week is for you to set yourself a goal for your own wellbeing. Think about what makes you feel good and work out a way to incorporate it into your daily routine. You’ll be amazed how inspired you are to write when you feel good inside out.
This post has also been cross-posted at Budding Writer’s League.