How is it almost already nearing the end of January!?! I swear it was just New Years and I dared to blink before it all vanished. And with the weather slowly turning, it only baffles me that much more how time is such a fickle thing who waits for no (wo)man.
Like last year I've made goals for this year. And with time slipping by it makes it seem daunting to accomplish all of them. Writing is a big part of my goals (and life in general). I want to finish my new WIP by Valentine's, which should be possible given how much steam I have. I'll be querying again soon, praying and hoping for something incredible to happen. I also want to write another manuscript before the end of the year. I plan on reading sixty books. Given I read 100 last year, I think that's feasible.
Every year our intentions are good, but getting sidetracked is easy. Life happens. That's the motto I want to stick to this year. I'll do everything I can to make my goals and dreams come true, but if life happens, beating myself over my shortcomings is not an option. I think we should all adopt this way of thinking, because we are hardest on ourselves and tend to put pressure where no pressure is needed. Don't get me wrong, I won't use this as excuse to slack, but I understand not everything is under my control. No matter how much I want it to be.
So this year, let's all remember to keep our goals in mind while also taking the time to forgive ourselves for not being perfect.