When I started this blog and declared that things would be happening, I was so full of inspiration. I really thought that this would be the year that I finished my first novel, and like always, my job and family obligations have gotten in the way.
I feel like I’ve accomplished a lot of things that I’ve set my mind to in my life, so, why can’t I get a handle on this one? I’m actually starting to think maybe I should take the hint, that anything this difficult is maybe not the right endeavor for me.
See, like how I wiggled out of having to stick to this goal and really work toward it?
Realizing that I’ve turned into a person who whines about her busy life and her inability to get anything done makes my head hurt, but, my days are all the same. Wake up, take care of the kids, work a little in the moments in between diapers and lunches and playing and then BOOM. The sun sets and I spend a few tired hours winding down before bed and the day is done.
I always have good intentions for squeezing in more on the next day, but it never happens. Ever.
The worst part right now, is that I signed up for a very expensive writing workshop to help get my butt in gear and I’m already so behind in the assignments that it’s embarrassing. I’m not sure if I should give up or keep powering through and try to catch up this weekend.
I am really just down on myself, and also disgusted with myself FOR BEING DOWN ON MYSELF. Not a great cycle, really!
Have you ever felt that life was getting in the way of a big goal? Did you end up giving up or pressing forward?
Prompt for this post via Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop, where I’m also linked-up this week.