So in the interest of self-preservation, I'm putting that goal aside for now. I've crossed it off the list of goals that I have taped to the top of my computer monitor. And yes, I hate myself. I no longer lay in bed at night and purr contently because I'm actually doing something positive. Suddenly, the other goals don't seem to matter as much. I still do them, but ... much of the joy that I found in achieving them has disappeared. I feel like I never should have tried this goal in the first place, because it seems like my failure in this one area is dragging everything else down with it. And yet, after I'd been riding the wave of success for two weeks, I felt like I could conquer anything.
I got my three walks in last week; Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. My writing is coming along well, too. And the only day I didn't translate was on Tuesday, because it was an absolutely maggoty day full of unexpected things to do and places to go Should maggoty have one "t" or two, do you think? Maggotty? Maggoty? One "t" looks slightly better. Yeah, my brain wonders about such things. No doubt it's related to maggots somehow. Maybe I am a maggot. I sure feel like one sometimes.