If I can just make it through tomorrow

 

I’m already behind on the word count goal for the week, and it’s only Wednesday. I missed my goal for yesterday and while I did write extra on Monday--it helped that I was off that work that day--I still didn’t write quite enough to make the 2,000 mark by the end of the day. In order to make it to my goal for the week, I need to write 3,047 more words (the words in this here post have not been tallied and won’t be until later) by the time I go to bed on Friday night. I usually decide the “day ends” when I’ve gone to bed rather than counting midnights or anything like that. I suppose I could. I definitely would say that I need to meet my goal for the year by 11:59:59 pm (eastern standard time) on New Year’s Eve. But I feel like that’s a little bit different of a situation. Counting something I’ve written at what is technically 1 am on a Saturday doesn’t feel like cheating on my “weekly” goals. The year thing… that’s bigger. 

I wrote a few weeks ago about how I didn’t think I’d have any trouble reaching the (non) stretch goals I made for myself in regards to reading and books. I shouldn’t have said anything because saying something is going to be easy is always a jinx and saying that something is going to happen without any effort is quite possibly the worst choice I could make. 

And I know I’ve written about this before, but I feel like I need to write about it again (I think I’m hoping that my brain will take, store, and embrace this if I say and write it over and over again). I very purposefully did not make a reading goal for this year. 

I do have a “Goodreads” goal for the year, but I set it at 52, which is literally nothing for someone with no kids and no school. 

Well, it’s nothing for me. 

Next year may be a different matter. I’m sure I’ll be doing a ton of reading, but class reading won’t be the same. That’s why I’m adjusting my writing goal too. I’m sure I’ll be doing a lot of writing, but it’s going to be research papers and chapter discussions and essays. Scholarly stuff that's required for you to pass school doesn’t feel like the same thing at all. I’m not going to worry about a word count goal for next year, at least I don’t think. I am going to keep the story writing goal with the caveat that the stories don’t have to be nearly as long for next year as they have been this year. This year they weren’t too terribly long (1,500 words minimum), but I know that next year is going to be different. 

School is going to be a big adjustment, and I can only guess (educated by friends and coworkers, but an educated guess is still a guess) what it’s going to be like next year. It’s been years since I was in school. It’s been a little over a decade now since I graduated from undergraduate school with my B.A. and my B.F.A. Ten years and some change since I left Wilmington, which sounds crazy. 

I can’t believe how fast life seems to be moving now. It’s like everything happens in a flash, and then it’s gone. It baffles me how fast it feels like life is moving. And it seems only to get faster every year. I’m curious to see how being in school (even online) might change that feeling--if it does at all. What a roller coaster life is. 

I’m still having trouble with my foot/ankle too. I need to go to the doctor for a wellness exam anyway, so I’m really hoping that the guys will be able to check on that too and make sure that things are still on the mend and that I’m still doing the right things. 

I also can’t decide if I’m going to take a shower in the morning. As much as I probably should since I have outreach at two different places tomorrow, I’m wondering if getting out of the bed in the morning in time to do that is going to be a thing.

Good luck out there tomorrow you guys!