This has been a hard year.
My mom was diagnosed with ALS in February, followed by two feeding tube surgeries, a move back east and rapidly progressing symptoms. One sibling had a bad fall with complications. Another sibling needed a brain surgery and still needs a different surgery.
And yesterday, the longest night of the year, I’d started my year-in-review that often morphs into me beating myself up about all the things I didn’t accomplish that I intended to, like:
- only 16 blog posts/28 newsletters instead of 52
- no speaking gigs
- just a few books sold and no marketing plan
- still piles and piles of mama’s files to be gone through
- my messy, messy house
The list of what didn’t get done, or done well, could go on and on.