This month has been hard. Harder than I thought it would be to be honest. I told myself I would launch this blog by the end of the month, write a new post every week, post to Pinterest and socials, maybe even have enough time to create some new items for my Etsy shop, and by the summer I’d have enough traction to start putting my work out there as a freelance writer. Maybe even get paid to do it…That was in March. So it’s now the end of April. I have zero blog posts besides this one I’m typing, I haven’t posted a single thing to socials and I’ve put zero work into freelance writing. Not because I don’t want to. Life has just been…life-ing?
Maybe I’ve made my goals too big, too broad. I need small goals. Every single day. Something doable that won’t seem overwhelming, but will each be a tiny tiny step in the right direction. I’m determined to make my life what I want it to be. It’s going to take a lot of hard work. But if my husband has taught me anything, it’s that this family isn’t afraid of work.
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