Tomorrow
I am sitting on my friend Addi's back porch, the air a perfect temperature, a stunning, vibrant sunset lingering over the Pittsburgh skyline you can see beautifully from this location. It is, in summary, a perfect evening.
I am here to work; I set a goal for myself to get an updated outline of my book in to my editor by the end of summer. In my schedule, that's tomorrow. So I am working hard (a nice change) and really enjoying it, which isn't surprising, as I usually wonder why I don't write more regularly since I love it so much. It feels good to be productive. One step closer to my dreams becoming reality. I feel good about the changes I've made, and I hope Jen my editor feels the same way.
I am also contemplating the fact that tomorrow starts my fitness challenge. I am feeling excited, scared, and most importantly, determined. I have no idea what I will actually get out of this. I was talking with a friend about it last night and she said that she bets I'll learn a lot about myself. I don't doubt that one bit, that's for certain. I am sure my demons will emerge slowly but surely, and one by one rear their ugly heads for me to see and conquer, becoming my own personal Joan of arc. I hope I am as brave as she.
Enough procrastinating. I am writing here instead of writing there, on the outline. T-minus 1 day. The ending of one goal and the beginning of another.
I am here to work; I set a goal for myself to get an updated outline of my book in to my editor by the end of summer. In my schedule, that's tomorrow. So I am working hard (a nice change) and really enjoying it, which isn't surprising, as I usually wonder why I don't write more regularly since I love it so much. It feels good to be productive. One step closer to my dreams becoming reality. I feel good about the changes I've made, and I hope Jen my editor feels the same way.
I am also contemplating the fact that tomorrow starts my fitness challenge. I am feeling excited, scared, and most importantly, determined. I have no idea what I will actually get out of this. I was talking with a friend about it last night and she said that she bets I'll learn a lot about myself. I don't doubt that one bit, that's for certain. I am sure my demons will emerge slowly but surely, and one by one rear their ugly heads for me to see and conquer, becoming my own personal Joan of arc. I hope I am as brave as she.
Enough procrastinating. I am writing here instead of writing there, on the outline. T-minus 1 day. The ending of one goal and the beginning of another.