I've been a bit hit and miss with the blog lately despite good intentions of posting something every day; sometimes life just gets in the way. You know, the day job, the spouse, going to the gym (yes, I really did) the odd domestic task.
So I haven't had a chance to post, and I have to accept that I fell a little short of my goals.
Yes, I find that tough. When I was younger, fear of falling short, of failure, was enough to stop me doing things. Now, I try.
Sometimes I fall short. I fail. But there's a difference between being less than perfect and failure. Falling a little short doesn't make you a failure.
I still don't like it but I've learned to deal with it. Things don't always work the way I want them to. Sometimes the writing doesn't flow the way I want it to. Sometimes, I'm just not good enough. Yet.
Sometimes I fall short. But sometimes, it all works.