I've marked it on my calendar. A concrete plan, a clearly defined goal that'll serve as a measure of whether I did as I promised or not. Come March 11, I'll either have lied to myself yet again, or I will have submitted an entry to a fiction magazine--I already know which one, but won't say on here.
I've never clearly defined a goal like this before. I've only dreamt of what I might someday become, but never in clear and reachable ways. That's why instead of goals I call them dreams.
The goal to submit to a journal came about from my desire to focus and create something. I think writing daily is great, but I wanted to do more than just write daily simply to write, I wanted my daily writings to also be amounting to something cohesive, singular. I think the majority on here wants this; The original pull of 200WAD seemed like an image of you writing something substantial, albeit 200 words at a time.
But a couple weeks in -- I think just two -- I noticed that I was hopping around stories, not committing to any. I might argue that I was exploring, but honestly it was because I was just scared of going deep in on something. Scared again of failure, of writing something really really really bad. If I pretend to suck at singing, then nobody shall tell me my singing sucks.
And so that's when I pondered: what do I want to have achieved come the middle of March. I selected this time because I'll be going on a trip around that then, and I wanted to have something accomplished before embarking west.
So I chose a goal that I already knew I should have attempted a long time ago. That thing that I should've already tried and failed at so many times, but was too scared to even give it a go.
Surpringly, now that I've gained more confidence, I feel as though humility comes more easily. I no longer sweat to be seen as great. I embrace the pursuit of greatness. And this all started only because I was 100% real with myself when asking, what is it that you want?