I look at my computer calendar and it's definitely 2018. I'm sure it will be another month or two before I get a current paper calendar for the wall.
Everyone anticipates a new year. We set resolutions that often fail and sometimes don't. I'm not a big fan of resolutions. I don't need a daily reminder that I'm lagging behind. But I am a believer in goal setting. Small goals, big goals, creative goals, and out of reach goals.
My goal this year is to grow my newsletter. I haven't a clue how to do this except to keep trying and reading and moving. Survivors never stop moving, either physically or emotionally. I read books and articles. I ask friends and I pray A LOT.
Writing is a lonely affair of the heart. It hurts. It's isolating. It's nerve racking and it's disappointing, much of the time. But when it's not these things, it's oh so good.
2018 feels like a marathon year for me. It's the year I must make some huge decisions like whether to continue pursuing indie publishing or tackle the traditional route. Either way I plan to have a publishing date by the end of summer.
My husband keeps telling me "fake it till you make it". While I'm considering his words I will rest upon one of my favorite conversations between Pooh and Piglet. "You are braver than you believe."
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