Hokey as hell, right? I mean, I identify as a realist. One would think I would dismiss this as New Age bullshit. Au contraire, mon frère. I'm a free-spirited little manic psycho who believes in a bigger world than the one we see. I believe in speaking things into existence. I believe words hold great power.
I believe in my goals.
Remember them?
I posted earlier, um--sometime 😶, about my goal list. I believe I may have went into how the first three quarters of 2025 were a depressive shitshow where I couldn't leave the tent. I didn't want to check out, per se, but I surely didn't want to check in.
(Med explanation on a later post.)
But I stated I achieved some goals in the last quarter. Didn't touch any of the assholes through August, but with a new med and whatnot, I could mark a couple off my list.
One of the goals is: Speak at 3 Author Panels. 🥳
There is NOTHING better than talking about writing. Nothing. I could go on for days. It's a never-ending kinda love I got.
I spoke at the Lawton's Farmer Market. I will speak again at the Sapulpa Library on November 15th. And today, I found out that I'm giving a talk at the Bethany Library, on November 8th, about Plotting/Outlining/Organizing Chaotic Thoughts.
Am I not the poster child, or what?
Three. Three talks. ah ah ah
I'm so damn excited.
But there it is. Three author talks. Like in my goals. 💖
Dream it. Believe it. Achieve it.
I have a four line mantra I repeat to myself every day, sometimes more than once. It's inspiring to me and aligns me with my goals.
Three speaking engagements.
Oh, but I have to pass a background check first. 🤔
Maybe I should wait for the paperwork to come back. 😂
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