Some weeks are hard, but some would try Job’s patience. Every step is a struggle as you trudge forward. Nothing goes right, your bus doesn’t stop on Easy Street, hardships dog-piles on top of stress, and slumber is a long-forgotten dream. Failing, not reaching your stated target is demoralizing, painful, and an acid test of your determination.
I have no intention of succumbing to defeat, and I won’t wave the white flag. I won’t give up. Instead, I recommit to my goals, and I rewrite and rework my calendar. Sometimes, the best idea is to chuck your lists, find a quiet sanctuary, and realized it is okay to place self-care as your priority. Tonight, I plan to relax, recharge, and sleep like a baby. Tomorrow presents another chance to win.
Will you keep trying?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer