After 304 days of making my goals, today I did not. I failed. The goals was “Today I am going to ride with the tide.” I am actually crying. I was truly hopeful I could make it year. Today was the perfect storm and I let me emotions take over and say what I believed with all my heart needed to be said. My reward was that I failed. I couldn’t keep my goals even for one year. The good news is that you won’t hear me talking about them any longer. It’s over.
I do hope that something I said today was worth losing 304 days of commitment. I think it’s probably time, even though it’s only 3:36pm where I am, to take a good book, a Valium, and read until I drift into what I hope to be a deep sleep. I hope that heals me in some what.
I wish I had been brave enough just to keep my mouth shut and ride with the tide. Crying over spilled milk has never accomplished anything. I hope you have a good night and many more happy days.
This is Ghost Writer over and out.