I could complain about my slowish time on the treadmill (14’36″/mile), or I could make sure when I get on it this weekend, I inch closer to my personal best (12’30″/mile) be back in fighting shape by May where I beat my best altogether.
I could sadly reminiscence about all the times I was rejected by magazines and editors – I actually was reading over my Record of Release from 1998 – 2004 and it was depressing – or I could take those 10-15 year old stories, and make them the shiny stars I know they are and get them published.
I could be angry about an unpublished novel languishing due to someone else’s fear, or I could remove the obstacle, rework it, and have it published by the end of the year.
I spend a lot of wasted time wondering how far I could be if not for trepidation or another’s irrational fear of success, and not enough time remembering that I’m not living for someone else’s gratification. I’ve given up a lot the last few years depending on other people to step up and do the right thing and (I know I keep saying it) but it has to stop. Being “nice” and “understanding” and “patient” isn’t getting me anywhere so we switch to Plan B.
A few people aren’t going to like Plan B, but the important better part is I don’t care that they aren’t going to like it.
Rice, asparagus, salmon teriyaki, sweet peppers, strawberries, cucumbers
What the what?
What am I doing?
For those just joining, this is my challenge for the next 40 days (Ash Wednesday until Easter). I document these (M-F) days leading up by making healthy lunches every day. You’ll know what day we’re on by how many Plastic Babies are present.
This post is part of the thread: #40DaysofBento – an ongoing story on this site. View the thread timeline for more context on this post.