They say the way you do anything is the way you do everything, and I believe this to be true. Recently, I've combined to seemingly unrelated areas of my life and applied one mantra to both let the numbers go.
The truth is, I've never been a numbers girl. I love stories, and because I love stories a school subject that involved stories came easily for me: English, History, Social Studies, even, sometimes, Science. But if I had to regurgitate numbers and formulas--especially if they had no context--I was lost. So, finally, at the mid-point of my life, I'm letting the numbers go.
What does this mean? Well, with food, for example, I'm done with counting calories, points, or grams or numbers on my scale. The truth is, I know what food is nutritionally sound and good for my body and what is not. I also have a pretty good idea of how much my body needs and when. (I'm going to edit this to add that if you don't understand nutrition and what your body needs, then this is something you need to learn. Read up on it, visit a nutritionist, etc.) By letting go of these numbers and focusing on my health, I can enjoy my food and my life. I don't eat food that isn't going to provide strength and nourishment, not because I shouldn't, but because I don't want it. When I feel more in control of my food, I'm in more control of my life.
Exercise is a partner to this. I exercise not because I want to eat unhealthy food, but because I enjoy the way it makes me feel. Also, I usually do it with friends and I love my time with my friends, so exercise isn't just physical, it's also social.
Another area of my life where I'm letting the numbers go is my writing. (Not completely, as I'll explain in a minute.) I don't want my writing life to be about sales--although sales are important. I want it to be about the feeling of writing a really great scene. (You can read more about that here.) Yesterday, I finished the second, yet to be named book in my Canterbury series. I cried. Not because it was over or because I loved it so much, but because how it all fit together when I wasn't sure it would. It was like magic. A magic that I can't explain even though it came from my head and fingers. The story took me to a place I wasn't expecting and hadn't even planned (even though it must have been there, hiding.) But even though sometimes I feel like my writing is just about me, it's not. It's also about my readers and the letters the send, love those, and reviews like this: