What a time it has been so far; I’ve been restless with my thoughts and lacklustre with my writing—November of a month of planning and preparing but failing to execute everything.
I’ve listened to an array of audiobooks but did not complete the chain by reading paperbacks. Often I feel guilty about that, for I have a vast collection of creative pieces written by amazing people. Yet, I pass them by each day and note the new layer of dust each week.
At the end of November, I accepted that I had not written due to a mental blockage. Instead, I’m riddled with self-doubt and overcome with stress and fear of failing. It appears I have been struggling for months, and I need to break free to thrive and flourish.
I’ve been dreading your arrival and now you’re here, I want to embrace you and remind myself that I need to put in the work. There was so much I had wanted to achieve in August and unfortunately, I did not.
Even yesterday, I confided in a friend and expressed that I feel like I have failed. They then asked, why? I explained I had set many goals for August and unfortunately, I barely achieved anything.
Less of the dwelling.
It is now September and as you would be right in assuming that I’ve carried over the unmet goals and I’m currently amending my weekly planners, as I strive to see the result of all my endeavours.
September is about rejuvenating my focus and practising an hour of deep work per day. After all, looking back and feeling sad about what I did not accomplish, won’t change the fact.
Therefore, I must continue on my pathway and sweep the sticks out of the way.
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