If you had read my November 2020 blog post you would know that I had a huge creative block with a severe burnout. In case you missed reading that blog post, kindly Click here.
The reason for this dreadful burnout was that I pushed myself beyond my limits and capabilities, solely to quench the desire of my inner critic which was aggressively feeding on me. I did not pay any heed to it and suffered the consequences to such an extent that my mind and body behaved like a numbed zombie.
With strong determination, I decided to stop and pause which did not go well with my inner critic. Regardless of that I picked up a book and since mid-November till date, I have finished reading 6 books and now have my hands wrapped around the 7th.
I distinctively remember, on my 4th book, my inner critic poked its head up again. I was flooded by guilt. Guilt of not doing anything, guilt of wasting my time, guilt of not finishing tasks, guilt of not checking emails, guilt, guilt, and more guilt. To be honest, I was swayed by the assault but did not yield to those colourful guilts playing their part on my mind. I held strong, firm and resumed reading. I won a tiny battle which felt amazing. Something good did come out from this burnout.
In the end I can say two things from this insight, one – I have accepted my capabilities and limitations and two – I will not allow guilt to faze me again. Though I do not know how long this will last; it might pop its head up again but on a positive side, recollection of this experience and its repercussions will be a good forewarning.
you can’t always be nice, that’s how people take advantage of you. sometimes you have to set boundaries.
we all have cocoons. it’s the struggle to free ourselves that makes us whole and gives us the strength to fly.
don’t be trapped by dogma which is living with the results of other people’s thinking.
“I am thankful for my struggle because without it i wouldn’t have stumbled across my strength”
when writing the story of your life, don’t let anyone else hold the pen.
by allowing the weight of stress to leave your shoulders and body
even if i was a bird, flying away it wouldn’t help. the problem is in my head, not in the place
imperfection is a form of freedom