my new year's goals are set pretty damn high.
i'm in the process of waiting for publishers to call me back with, 'i love your book and want to give you six figures tomorrow!' so far, no one has even called with the first half of that statement.
i am, accordingly, freaking the fuck out.
i think the lesson here is that one must be patient and remember one's former way of living, which was, 'in the moment with no expectations.'
maybe i'll new year's resolve next year to be more the way i was when i was 22.
am i moving forward or backward?
well, my personal goals seem to be moving forward, which is YAY YAY YAY!