You’re a clever one.
For several years, I’ve set goals and made plans in January and have enjoyed success for 8-9 weeks and then…
Some years I didn’t care. Some years I cared an awful lot and thought it was me. Maybe I wasn’t capable of achieving my goal…or any goal for that matter. Maybe I was weak. Maybe I set the bar to high. Maybe I’m just a loser.
But now I know what it is.
It’s you, March.
Every year when it’s your turn on the calendar, you usurp me. You make me believe that the past two months have been a waste of my time and efforts. You, who make it seems like Winter will never end, want me to fail.
I can’t believe I didn’t see it until now.
I was a fool. You managed to trick me for your first four days, but no longer. Spring and Summer are coming, March which means the light at the end of a long tunnel.
I will succeed.