I’m wishing right about now that I had the chutzpah I had fifteen years ago. I keep making plans and beginning the implementation, but managing to keep up the pace just doesn’t happen.
I haven’t had a vacation for five years and it’s taking its toll. I’ve decided not to participate in NaNoWriMo this year. I need to focus my energy on the book I’ve already started. And I need to find a way to create when my brain is mushy.
At least the weather has become comfortable. I never recognized how much the weather affected me until the last year. I’m learning a lot about myself. I thought I knew me, but it turns out I don’t really.
People change. I’ve always known that. I just didn’t see it in myself. That would make a great subject for a book–recognizing the changes in self long after the changes have taken place.