I've found that I'm consistently inconsistent. I start off on a project (such as this blog) with high spirits and enthusiasm. Somewhere, somehow, it diminishes only to reappear a few years later.
My superhero deeds have continued, but more in the way of being a teacher, mother, and wife. Life takes over, dreams come and go.
Life continues to teach me lessons, and I continue to make stupid mistakes. Life.
I accept my life. It is a good life. It is a very good life. This Universe is amazing.
I do not beat myself up for being consistently inconsistent. It's me. It's life.
