Planning, Planning, Planning

Happy New Year, everyone!  Welcome to 2019!  Goodbye, 2018 and don’t let the door hit you in the rear on the way out!

Okay, okay.  2018 wasn’t all bad.  No year is.  In fact, in a lot of ways, 2018 was a very GOOD year.  People I love started new lives, got married, graduated, found new opportunities, became new people.  *I* found new opportunities and became a new person as I started a new life.  But that didn’t make it any easier to live through a veritable tsunami of change and difficulty and sadness.

Confidence

I’ve been writing a lot of “Quest” blog posts recently, so I thought I’d change it up a little bit this week and chat about something that’s been much on my mind.

Confidence.

One of the things that’s surprised me a little about this past year has been the recognition of just how fragile confidence can be, and how easily it can slip through our fingers.

Confidence is vital on so many levels – physical, mental, emotional. In my case, a good deal of my life changed in a very short amount of time. I knew it would be difficult to find my way again, but I didn’t realize how much the sudden changes would impact my confidence regarding my dreams and hopes for the future.

Over The Edge

When we last left Betsy, she was pushing the boulder of her work in progress up the mountain of her aspirations.  She’d been doing that for quite a while.  Quite a while.  But the last time we all got together, we found that Betsy had almost made it to the top!  In fact, she was on the verge of pushing her boulder over the edge!  The end was in sight!

Except…she wasn’t QUITE there.  And close only counts in horseshoes.  Until that boulder is over the edge, there’s a chance it never will be.

Almost There

When we last left Betsy, she was busy facing her doubts and fears, pushing the boulder of her work in progress up the mountain of her ambitions.  Harry, the white rabbit who is the Guide on Betsy’s Quest to become a successful independent author, is nowhere to be seen.  The Muse is absent, too.  It’s just Betsy and Boulder, mano a mano, as it were.

Fear at the Finish Line

When we last left Betsy, she had fallen while trying to climb the hill of her aspirations, tripped by an unexpected mundane world disruption.  This was a disruption she should have seen coming—in fact, she DID see it coming—but she tripped on it anyway.  And when Betsy face-planted on the hill, she dropped the boulder of her work in progress which she had been carrying to the top.  The boulder flew into the air, landed on Betsy’s back, and broke into a hundred pieces.  Fortunately, Harry, Betsy’s Guide on her Quest to become a successful independent author / entrepreneur, carries super glue in his pack of essentials.

Disrupted

When we last left Betsy, she had climbed the first mountain—well, hill—on her road to regaining her lost momentum. Not only that, but the Muse had returned! Everything was coming up roses! Hoorah!

But then the blog went silent for a few weeks, and you know as well as I do THAT’S not a good sign. So now let us rejoin Betsy, struggling writer, Harry, the white rabbit who is the Guide on Betsy’s Quest to become a successful independent author, and the Muse, who needs no introduction, to find out what’s been going on. Has it been good? Bad? Indifferent? None of the above?