We all have failures. I don't think I've ever met a person who didn't fail at something, sometime, somewhere. The great news is that failure can be a great teaching tool. If, that is, you don't let it hold you back from trying.
That has always been my goal.
My motto in life is simple: Do what you can with what you have. That basically means to try your best with what life gives you. You never know what might happen (my week thus far could be living proof of this), but you can determine to make the most of it, whatever it is.
Now that I've explained, I must confess, I haven't done my 3000 words a day for the last 4 days. I managed to succeed the first 4 days, and felt so proud of that achievement! But now, failure leaves a bitter taste in the mouth. I decided yesterday to try to restart the 3000 words a day work on Monday (tomorrow). But...I have a massive cleaning job to do on the house as family is coming tomorrow night to stay.
I'm going to try anyway. We'll see how much success I have. I must admit, I've been feeling downhearted by my failure. It's so difficult to continue trying when you feel as though you've already failed. I couldn't even turn on the computer and look at my blog, I felt so ashamed! Such a silly emotion, but that is what I felt. Logic rarely impacts emotion the way we want it to.
Progress has been made, however. I'm on the computer again and I'm blogging. This is good. This is a beginning to returning to my proper track.
So, in conclusion, I'm sorry that I haven't lived up to my goals, everyone. And that I haven't been much support to anyone else in the last few days. Life has been crazy (and promises to continue to be), plus my pill wore off.
What pill, you ask? Well, I have a debilitating illness that makes it hard for me to function from day to day. Recently, my doctor had me start a pill that might keep me from being as bad. One problem, however: this pill has a few major side-effects, one of which is death. They have to do some tests on me before I can take the pill again, so we know if I might die from it or not.
I miss the pill. I felt so wonderful on it! I could accomplish things again. I could do things, feel good, be happy, be friendly and kind to others, and a whole lot more. But now it's worn off and I can't take another. I understand why I can't (I really don't want to die), but I wish I could take another pill already.
It's just depressing! I'm just so sick of being sick. I have been, since I was 15. You'd think I'd be used to it by now. But after one week of feeling good again, returning to that sick feeling is like I rediscovering the illness all over again! I know I should count my lucky stars that my illness is mostly just debilitating, and not really life-threatening. It's hard to look at the bright-side when you're feeling depressed, though. Oh, well.
I am going to meet one of those deadlines. I don't know which one, but I will try my best to reach the earliest one first, second earliest second, and last if all else fails. You can be sure of that much.
I am determined to be a success. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but one day I will be a published, successful writer. I will see to it.
Time for the writing quote of the day:
"Most editors are failed writers - but so are most writers. ~T.S. Eliot"
Thanks for reading everyone! Promise I'll do better this week. Happy reading and...