As you get older I feel like birthdays are a series of work days and gray hairs. The choices you make are what govern the life that you have. Do I spend my money on hair dye to cover the gray… or a book too read. Nine times out of ten I pick the book. Reading has always been a passion of mine just as writing stories an extension of that love.
So each year on New Years and my birthday I set a few goals for myself. I don’t voice them aloud usually. They are there small and powerful inside me rising up with each step I take towards them.
If I complete them I take a moment to bask in the fact I did it. Sometimes I shout it to the rooftops. I am more excited for goals this year, I am more determined then ever to make them real. Having an illness that could have killed you and surviving it gives a whole new prospective on pretty much everything!
So this is my diagram. My goal. I promise I will share a few tidbits here and there. It will be worth the work. The wait. The stress to see it come to fruition.
The above quote is my hardest obstacle. Me. Myself. And I. Taking time to accomplish these things, taking the moments necessary to make them happen, making them a priority so that they will be finished!
That is all I have this week friends… Writing is a work in progress…(just like me)😉