I mean, it's December!
How can that be? Just yesterday it was January, and I was making all these big plans for what I intended to do this year.
Now, 11 months later, I'm looking at the calendar and the list of things I wanted to do, and...well, it's difficult not to be discouraged.
Sure, I know how Real Life stomped on my plans this year, but I still thought I'd accomplish more than I have.
Do you have that same feeling?
I guess there's always next year. Right? God willing.