So I was reading a book (that I had bought to help me get in shape), and the lady (who wrote said horror book) said that I could do more than I thought I could.
So I tried. She was right.
Which made me think...am I doing enough as a writer to be where I want to be? The answer was no. So I am rededicating myself to my MS, my bestie characters, and my hidden writing snacks (for the energy to keep on keeping on...don't tell my kids. They'll want those snacks).
Because I can do more than I think I can.