I've been struggling with my latest work in progress for a couple months. It just wasn't where I wanted it to be. There were times I seriously thought about giving up, writing that is. I read through the manuscript, deleted major portions, re-wrote, and deleted some more. Finally, and I emphasize the finally, today I finished editing and am ready to start writing new material. I added about one hundred words to the original word count, so I more than made up for the two thousand I cut. I don't think there is a better feeling than to be happy where you are. I remember the day I was so depressed when I cut over two thousand words. I remember thinking that day, I had lost an entire days worth of writing. But I also remember telling myself that same day, so what! You'll be able to gain all those words, and this time you will be happy with them.
I'm not patting myself on the back, just excited that I reached a goal. Tomorrow is a brand new day, filled with new writing goals, and probably a few disappointments too.
My husband didn't realize what was going on in my "writing world" today, but he surprised me with a dozen red roses, "just because."
I hope you're sweetie surprises you today, and I hope your day is filled with meeting your goals. It's a great feeling.