For I have failed you.
Well, this is a rather dramatic title for what I'm about to write about, lol.
About 2 months ago, I made a public pact that I was going to put out at least one article a week. I was trying to build consistency and stay committed to a goal. But I could not put out an article last week and because of that, I have been having all sorts of thoughts running through my head:
‘Oh well, you knew you wouldn’t be able to be consistent anyways.’
‘Since you’ve already ruined the plan, might as well just give up now.’
‘How can you be allowing a setback to distract you from being consistent?’
The voices of self condemnation and self loathing had started ringing in my head.
But this time around, I decided to not give in.
I took a one week vacation from all the goals I had set. I acknowledged the fact that my heart and my mind were feeling a bit overwhelmed and tired. I didn’t dismiss the emotions I was feeling, but at the same time, I’m not going to let them control or define me.
I’m back and I will continue from where I stopped. I will not allow a setback to define me.