I won’t say I don’t have goals. I do.
I won’t say I won’t celebrate my achievements, big and little. I will.
I won’t say I won’t poke fun at myself or allow myself to be disappointed the next time I start a fire in my oven. I mean, really.
I just don’t have the need to proclaim these things anymore. I don’t feel any sort of accountability to document anything that hasn’t happened yet, if at all.
I have too much life in my days yet to fulfill.