Hello, strangers. I wrote a whole 3 blog posts before falling off for almost a year. I am so predictable.
I came to the realization that nobody is going to hold me accountable on the path to meet my goals except for myself, so I had a nice stern talking to with myself.
“Your goal is a blog?” Noooo, not quite. My goal is to one day write a novel. I’ve always wanted this. I’ve wanted it even more ever since my ex-boyfriend decided he was going to finish one, and use our relationship as a basis for the plot. Spite will drive us and I’m not ashamed to admit it.
I’ve been listening to the book “Girl, Wash Your Face” by Rachel Hollis. I am not normally a fan of fluffy, motivational, be the best you kind of books. However, I had heard a lot of good things about this one and I had a free trial of Audible so I decided to give it a go. I’m only about halfway through but… it’s really resonating with me.
There are parts I can’t really relate to– i.e being a Christian woman or a mother but Rachel manages to still make the content feel relatable and like she is talking to me. One thing I have heard in this book over and over is to write down your goals, and to remember that I am the person who has to actually put in the work to make it happen.
I WANT TO WRITE A BOOK.
There it is. A blog is not a book, I know this. But a blog is a good way to get out ideas, attempt to cultivate my voice, and practice putting my thoughts down on (theoretical) paper. So even though I have failed at doing this SO MANY TIMES I am going to try again. I journal, and keep it private, yet anyone that knows me knows that I am an open book and will share literally anything so… buckle up. Disclaimer: It likely won’t be that exciting.
You’ll likely just read about the fact that it’s Tuesday, and I’m tipsy off of 4 Angry Orchards I drank at The Peanut after work and now I’m enjoying a fat bowl of Lucky Charms. Side note: Lucky Charms looks like cat food. Delicious, delicious cat food. (Just in case it’s not clear…. this is my current reality.) Happy Tuesday.
See? Nothing exciting– but maybe funny?
Hope you’re happy, Rachel. I’m done believing the lie that I’m too busy to keep this going.