It seems to happen every month. I have a plan.
Enthusiasm is strong at the beginning of the month.
And then imperceptibly, a drift happens.
A drift away from the plan.
It's subtle.
But it seems inevitable.
There's a week left and I haven't made a dent in September's plan.
My lines for The Game's Afoot still need to be learned.
My weight loss goal was a bit optimistic.
And working on the play that I want to write…?
Heavy sigh.
As usual, it's easy to look at the goals and see them as missed.
But I did some work on my line learning. Not enough. But some.
And I've done some work on my weight loss, too.
The only goal that I haven't done enough work on is the playwriting.
I still feel stuck on that front.
There are still a few days left in the month.
It's never too late to get started.
I might not be ready to submit a play to the contest on time.
But the real goal is to write a play. Submitting it somewhere is gravy.
And most deadlines are self-imposed.
It's normal to drift a bit.
Remembering to course correct is the important thing.
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