A couple of weeks ago, I posted about how I forget my successes. You can read that post here.
The other day I stumbled across a post on Instagram that spoke about accomplishments and what they look like for neurodivergent people. You can see that post here.
The post mentions that our sense of accomplishment feels more like relief, and that our joy is found in the little moments of whimsy in the everyday.
This got me thinking and wondering.
What if the fact my brain doesn’t recognise successes as a success in the way society sees them, and that’s why I forget about them?
What if my successes are all the ‘silly’ little stories and poems I write, simply the act of writing them, not necessarily the publishing of them, and that’s why I’m happy to have written them & share them when I can, but putting them into a format that others see as ‘finished’ simply isn’t the end goal for me?
What if it is actually the journey that is my sense of accomplishment, not actually a finished product?
What if this is part of the reason I find so many programs and life in general so draining as I’m trying to find success and accomplishment in all the things others find important?
What if this is why I love coming up with the ideas, but the implementation is something else entirely? It’s the idea that is my sense of accomplishment, not necessarily seeing it come to life…
While I love the fact I have books published and people buy and enjoy them, I have so many that are in varying stages of completion, and that doesn’t worry me at all. Getting to the point where a new book is ‘out there’ does fill me with relief and I’m glad it’s over so I can move on to something else.
I’m not sure where I’m going with this thought… it’s all part of reframing my life and how I view things. I don’t know how to implement this into something that will sustain me financially, but it’s something to think about…
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