Sometimes I expect things to happen too quickly. I can be so impatient for long-range plans to pan out that I run the risk of giving up on them altogether. So many times I've wished I had a little "life coach" who would tell me "Chin up, young person! Focus on your goal and break it into manageable, accomplishable pieces! Don't dishearten!"
Apparently, my life coach is a mix of bland self-help aphorisms and the dance instructor from that Jennifer Aniston movie where she falls in love with her gay best friend.
Well, without a life coach, on dreary days like this I have decided to go back to the basics. Pencil and paper.