Late once again and in more ways than one. The last time I wrote a page was March 2nd. What happened then I wonder. I followed my goal to write a page a day through February. There was pleasure in doing so. It had been some time since I was well enough to put together enough strength to be determined to do anything. To do anything period.
So what occurred? What does happen to goals? We’ve all had them slide away a time or two or more. Z Minor wrote last month:
The only thing that will make it happen is BICHOK. That and encouragement. It sounds wimpy, even as I type this, but while I felt great achieving my goal of a page a day, sometimes more, I didn’t share that after the first day or two. Sharing let others encourage me by cheering me to continue reaching my goal. We’re all human, some more than others. Some of us need more encouragement. My self-motivation is wobbly at best these days. I need all the help I can get. I should have shared more.
So no more moaning about setbacks. They are in the rear view mirror by the time you recognize them anyway. Look ahead. Rewrite the goals. Keep writing.