The brutal truth about accomplishment: There are those precarious moments regarding my goals when it is all too easy to say I am “going through something,” or “it’s in the works,” or that I’m “making progress,” or laugh embarrassedly and forget about the task in favor of a devilish grin. Those are the moments that require me to not shy away from myself, to brutally account for each second and injection of effort that I did or did not deliver, and determine whether the excuse was truly warranted or not.
Is it unpleasant? Yes. Is it essential? Unquestionably.