I failed. I failed miserably. I am very disappointed in myself but the more I critically think it through, I more I think I shouldn’t be. Tomorrow is not promised. I might have only today, only right now. The things we do during the day and throughout our lives only matter as much as we make them. Reality happens first within our minds. Right? In a day where relaxing can happen, should we allow ourselves? Especially on the days when I worked 8-10 hours at my job, which earns up the money I need to sustain life. Those days were most of the days this month, I deserve rest. Don’t I? It is sad that rest comes at the expense of my work hours towards my goal of being a published author. I imagine I will have ample time to write my books and all the time I need for abundant rest once writing books is my source of income. There are so many books I really want to read but they haven’t been written yet, so, I gotta get to work. Back to my failure, I did not find the time to write 50k words in 30 days. I can do it no doubt, I just need more time in the day.
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