I wrote down some goals today.
They felt ambitious. And very recently would have felt entirely overwhelming. But they didn’t today.
I don’t know if it was just the good mood I found myself waking up in, or if it’s truly a corner that I’m turning, but they all actually felt achievable laid out into a notes document.
I used to feel so confident about setting myself goals and then meeting them. These past couple years have really robbed me of much of that confidence. But I can feel it nibbling at me, right at the edge of my perception, whispering that it’s close. That I am close.
I’m going to revisit those goals tomorrow.
Tonight, I’m going to read for a bit. My own book. It’s been well over a year since I last did that, and I think it’s going to be helpful in this rewrite I’m about to do of my second book. Revisit all the details. Relive the story.
Night.