I've been thinking today about the average number of things I accomplish in a day, or a week, or a month. Take today, for example. I've run errands in town, cleaned out the rat cage and played with the little critters, written 300 words, baked a cake, done some housework, read, played Final Fantasy X. Nothing major really, which is probably why I never feel like I've accomplished much on my days off. But then I started thinking about all these activities a bit more closely and realised that I'm actually getting quite a lot done.
I'm working about 30 hours a week at the moment, going up to full time hours from next week until after Christmas. I've never had a job with so many hours before - I only worked a handful of hours a week before uni. Work in itself is quite an achievement, but I'm also finding time to look after my pets, spend time with Ash and with family, read and game and watch TV, keep the house clean and make sure we don't run out of food (not that Ash isn't helping - he's pretty much taken over the cooking and washing up as I'm rarely home before 7pm). And then there's the writing.
That figure of 300 words masks the fact that I passed 10k words today. It's taken a couple of months: I'm down a great deal on my previous 1-2k words a day. 10k words in two months also isn't that much compared to most published writers. Still, how many non-writers will produce 10k words of any kind (outside work - let's not forget I'm doing all this writing in my free time, for fun) in a year, let alone two months?
So, accomplishments. On their own, they may look tiny and inconsequential, but put everything together that I manage to achieve and my life is pretty full. I'm guessing the same could be said for a lot of people and that's a pleasant thought.
