Taking Chances – Making Goals
So I had a post all written out for today. And well, a crazy week took over and I never got around to sending it off. And that’s a good thing. You see, I wrote about goals and how over the years I’ve made many, many goals.
I’ve written them on paper, on whiteboards, on napkins, in notebooks even. I’ve kept track of them via my smartphone and I’ve even blogged about them. I’ve shared my goals with friends in the hopes that it’ll keep me accountable.
But the problem is, over the years, I didn’t feel like that worked well. I put a lot of silly pressure on myself because my goals changed. And it was tough not meeting those goals because well, in the end, a goal is meant to be achieved.
I know many people who didn’t bother setting new year’s resolutions this year and I didn’t either. I guess you could say, I gave up on goals.
In my original post I had an interesting tie in about the heroine I’m writing now and how her goal in life is to have no goals. She’s had a rough life but she’s one of those wonderful people who perseveres and is happy-go-lucky. But that no-goals thing… it’s the root of a deeper problem for her.
I was all fine and dandy with her having no goals and me, well I’ve moved to lists. I love being able to check things off. I was all fine and dandy.
Then I walked into my office this morning and sat down at my desk. I have one of those little wire picture holders on the corner and in it is a notecard.
Evidently I wasn’t as “over” goals as I’d thought.
On that notecard I’d written one goal. And yesterday, I achieved that goal. It’s a milestone and a finish line for me. Something that I’ve wanted to achieve for a very, very long time.
Which leads me to the point of all this. Sometimes you have to take chances. You have to accept risks. You have to work hard. Sometimes you simply need to believe that what you want to achieve is possible.
And then you have to go for it.
Type: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Self Pub
Trevor Wyatt has lusted for journalist JJ Fairchild since before he retired from the NFL. Now she’s back in his life and he’s not going to miss the opportunity to show her just how good they could be together.
Words may be JJ’s tool of trade, but when it comes to the bedroom, words escape her. Trevor’s an excellent teacher and before she knows it, she’s asking for what she wants.
But when outside forces threaten to expose dark secrets from Trevor’s past, can he overcome his suspicions and trust the woman in his bed?
JJ wasn’t going in. She wasn’t.
She should just head on to her hotel and figure out what to do for dinner. But as she clutched her handbag and stared at the colorful display of sneakers behind the large window, she felt her irritation rise. Why shouldn’t she go in? She hadn’t done anything wrong.
Straightening her spine, she reached for the door handle and pulled. JJ didn’t know what she expected to find in the shoe store. Obviously shoes, but certainly not the gorgeous salesman behind the counter.
He stood with his back to her, a phone pressed against his right ear. He was tall with broad shoulders and plenty of chiseled muscle filling out the navy t-shirt and well-worn jeans.
Staring is rude, her mother’s voice whispered through her mind. JJ knew that but she couldn’t help herself.
There was something familiar about the man and she found it nearly impossible to tear her gaze away. Those muscles made her tingle in some very important places and it’d been a long time since her body had reacted so strongly, so quickly. There was no denying the increased heart rate, the sweaty palms, the way her knees trembled or her breasts tightened.
Stopping next to a display of walking shoes she forced herself to look at the colorful laces and take a deep breath. The scent of synthetic material and rubber soles was thick in the air.
Where did she know him from? A covert glance from the corner of her eye let her take in his profile. Holy smokes. At this rate she’d need a glass of ice water before he even turned around.
As if she’d called his name, whatever it was, he hung up the phone and turned toward her. JJ bit back a gasp as she took in the golden blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. She’d know that handsome face anywhere…his strong jaw, full lips, and that sexy dimple in his cheek.
Trevor Wyatt was only one of the best looking men to have ever played in the NFL. Not to mention, one of the cockiest. At least until his accident.
ASK FOR IT is a contemporary romance novel by bestselling author Selena Blake. Get your copy of the associated short story free at http://www.selena-blake.com
ABOUT SELENA BLAKE
An action movie buff with a penchant for all things supernatural and sexy, Selena Blake combines her love for adventure, travel and romance into steamy paranormal romance. Selena’s books have been called “a steamy escape” and have appeared on bestseller lists, been nominated for awards, and won contests. When she’s not writing you can find her by the pool soaking up some sun, day dreaming about new characters, and watching the cabana boy (aka her muse), Derek. Fan mail keeps her going when the diet soda wears off so write to her atSelena@selena-blake.com