The Good Life. |
Ahh... tomorrow is Friday, my day off. Except I have to go to the grocery store and watch the kids and deal with the puppy and do laundry and perform at a wedding. But other than that, it's my day off. *deep breath* I am {e:determined} to participate in "October Novel Prep Challenge" ![]() ![]() I'm toying with that. I *am* supposed to write two Textbroker articles on Fridays, and I *did* plan on working on a submission for Seisa-sleepingcatbooks.com ![]() ![]() In typical efficient Michelle fashion, I did consider combining my anthology submission and my NaNo project. Perhaps one of my backstories will involve an approaching storm. Reach 275 students at MTMS ![]() ![]() Writing: (1) ![]() ![]() (2) ![]() Count points: No. I'm not sure how I feel about my goals. I've always had better long- and short-term goals on the list and felt like I was accomplishing more. It's probably just a lack of documentation - I'm too busy accomplishing things to blog about them. My P&L (Profit & Loss report) at the music school shows accomplishment. I'm in contract on my house, so that's good. Overall, I've been working toward financial health from a job I love, and I'm getting closer all the time. I'm just not sure what my writing goals are or why I even bother to have them. Isn't this strange? I quit my job... opened my own business... achieved independent success as a business owner... found success as a freelance writer, whenever I want the money... picked up responsibilities (and salary) at my church thanks to my obvious competence at my current responsibilities... basically get to do all the things I love and make a living at it... ...and now, I don't know what to do with myself. I'm not bored. I'm just... dissatisfied. Because I'm no longer driven. This has always been my problem. It's why I left my job at Abbott. I never hated my job as an engineer. I would even say I still liked it when I left. I was just done with it, and this yard looked greener, so I moved. Now my yard is starting to see some dry patches, and I have no yard next door. Maybe I need a therapist. I should be happy in my own yard. And if patches are dry, I should be watering and fertilizing. |