I really have to get to the point where I stop making promises to myself that I know I won’t keep.
We know my routine well, however this past year has been especially hard. But, at some point I truly have to stop making excuses.
God gave me a gift, and I’m wasting it. Be it because of my own self-doubt, fear, and/or grief and my struggle with that this past year; it’s still being wasted.
NaNoWriMo went horribly for me this year. My total word count by the end of November : ZERO.
The excitement was there. The idea and the story was there. I and my confidence and focus was not.
I do not know what the rest of this year will look like for me, content wise.
But I know that 2021 must be the year I take myself and my gift seriously, finally. I’ve seen the many wonderful things happening for others throwing caution to the wind and I have to stop asking “When is my turn Lord” and work for it.
See you all with greatness in the new year.