I have a friend who ran the Great North Run recently. She will (I'm sure) not mind me pointing out she is not a sporty person but she set herself a target and pushed her limits to achieve it.
My girlfriend is, like me, disabled. By rights she could stop pushing, accept her physical limitations and go for the easy life. In fact, she is busy setting up a horticultural charity. She is pushing her own limits.
The list goes on and on. Time and again, people I know push themselves to do more.
And me? What are my limits? I have convinced myself I cannot be a salesman, yet I have chosen to self-publish. This makes me author, editor, proof-reader, promoter and salesman. Guess which part of that equation I'm doing really badly at...
In order to push myself, I am upping my online presence and applying for a job, that while essentially telephone-based customer service, contains elements of sales. I have identified my shortcomings and am pushing myself to overcome them.
Wish me luck!
On the writing side of things...
I spent most of yesterday editing for my cousin but I did manage to do some work on 'At the End'. Once this short story is written, proofed, rewritten, edited, test read, edited again, rewritten again and submitted - I will return to Blue Jackets #4 for a while. All while working in my new job - I'm determined I'll get it.
I am currently planning my second wave of guest authors too. That'll happen soon too.