The only new years resolutions I made had to do with writing. I had promised my self that I would write a piece of my novel everyday, fail, and blog and comment on other blogs at least twice a week, bigger fail. In all honesty, I haven't felt like my self in quite some time. I have nothing to complain about, with a wonderful husband, a great family and many friends, but I feel utterly negative abut my live still. I have two degrees, but I don't feel if I have achieved anything. There was a stage when I had all these dreams, and now I don't think that any of them will ever happen. In truth, I have no idea who this person in my reflection is, and that scares me a lot.
I deleted all the different copies of my novel this morning, then sat down and started again. Fresh. I am currently on 966 words, and for the first time I am happy with it. It may take a while, but I will get back the person that I used to be.
And look, we finally have a gate for our garden again, just to let you know :)
2 comments:
It is nice to see a post again :) Are you enjoying your summer?
Yeah, but winter can start appearing now, the heat is exhausting :)
I will try to post more, just haven't felt like saying anything, but I am getting over that now :P
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