Dream big, Chaos Cow

Let me tell you. I dream big. And why not? It hurts nothing and gives me something to strive towards.

I'm sitting at my desk yesterday, making up my 2026 writing goals, trying to ignore the fact I'm in "waiting mode", and I decide to up my game.

Ya girl occasionally has game.

I put "finish 3 book titles" for 2025.

I upped that to 5 in 2026. 🤭

Do I entertain myself?

Oh...daily.

As I'm sitting at my table last night, I start doing math. Wait. There are only 12 months in a year, Crystal. Am I going to bust out a book every 2 1/2 months? 🤯

Seriously?

Then, I thought...why the fuck not? Why can't I? I'm fully capable of writing a book in that amount of time. But the issue is DOING IT!

What if I don't feel good that day? What if I have something come up? What if? What if? What if?

*shrug*

Life...lifes.

I've no control over it.

But I have a bit of control over myself.

Just the tiniest amount. 😂

The goal stays. 

Are the other goals as outrageous?

eh

Pretty much.

But that's why there ARE goals. 

And when I reach them...it makes it all worth while.

Now.

Pardon me, while I stress on my talk this coming Saturday at the Bethany Public Library and straighten my shit to sound like an actual functioning adult. ✌