I don’t say this lightly: take the night off.
I’m not one to stop working until things are complete. Mostly because when I do so, I never return to them. I mean, seriously. I tend to do things in obsessive spurts. And when I take a break, it’s like telling myself I give up.
But tonight, I’m taking the night off from my novel. I’m scared, I feel nauseous, and my chest is tight when I think about taking one night off. I was doing so good on my streak of writing.
But I think someone out there needs to hear this as much as I need to hear it: you are not productive just because you do something every day. You’re productive when you are happy with the end result.
So, if you have been running yourself ragged, if you feel like you can’t go on, if you feel like you need to refill your cup.
Take the night off. Off of any responsibility you thought you were going to do.
Trust me. I’m giving you (and myself) permission.