consistency

seems to be lacking in both writing and work life these days. The lists get longer, less seems to get crossed off, the hours expand, so do the demands. I suppose this is what happens when staff shrinks and expectations do not; in fact, when expectations grow. I have to keep reminding myself there are only so many hours, there is only so much I can do. I wish I were more consistent. I wish I were able to devote more to perfection...