I expect too much of myself at times… I’m close to making my goals for the year. I won’t complete all of it, there simply isn’t enough time. But with the whole potty training the toddler, getting us through the second baby’s first year, and various other things (including a writing class!), I did pretty well. If I get through Hunter this week and submit, that’ll only leave one goal unaccomplished: writing the short stories. I shouldn’t be beating myself up about this! So I’m going to stop. I’m looking at what I accomplished, and I’m pretty pleased. I never expected to get as close as I did to my goal, and that’s why I was so hard on myself.
So, Hunter tonight.