*insert nervous smile*
You see, all of my lofty goals were just that. Lofty. And so much was on my plate...and...and...
*breaks down in sobs*
It's okay. Let it all out. We are here to support you. Tell us how you really feel.
*quiet sniffles; wipes tears from eyes* It's just that when I make huge goals and don't succeed, I feel worse off than if I hadn't set goals in the first place.
*heads nod in agreement (or support - or for fear that the crazy sobbing over-achiever might hurt them if they don't)*
Blah. Blah. Blah. Whatever.
So basically, I realized that setting ridiculously high goals for yourself is not a good idea. Because when you fail (miserably, at that) it really, really, really sucks. Did I mention really?
I've made new (obtainable) goals for myself. They aren't able to be posted either, because they aren't daily goals. Some days are rougher than others. Some days my children make me wonder what type of species they are and why God granted them with the highest, screechiest voices in the world. Some days my kids fight from the moment they roll out of bed. Some days I don't feel like writing. (GASP!)
I had to remind myself that this is my summer. I work all school year to get to this point and it is ridiculous that I am stressing myself out even more than I do during the school year.
So, some days I will:
Not get out of my PJs
Spend 5 hours at the pool working on my tan
Play with my kids
Read a book
Which in turn, will let the words flow easier. Anyone else a chronic and compulsive overachiever that punishes themself for not meeting goals? Come on. You're a writer. Admit it. :)