2018, the year of almost no new goals
What a week it's been! I never expected to see so much snow in Charleston! I wish I could say I've been productive with my time, but there was a lot of Facebook and Candy Crush. I also spent an entire day in leggings which is simply not who I am as a person. I have no hard feelings against leggings, but they're too comfortable for me. I get nothing done if I wear them. Today I got completely dressed and did a small amount of work. Like, I ran the dishwasher. I swept. I put away the remaining Christmas detritus. I told the kids to do school work. I sent emails. I cooked dinner and cleaned up the kitchen afterwards. I feel good enough about today.
I've been giving a lot of thought as to what I want my 2018 goals to be, and I'm having a hard time coming up with anything specific and meaningful for some reason. Last year was the most successful year I've ever had as far as reaching my personal goals so that might have something to do with it? Looking back on last year, I can now see that I unknowingly ended some chapters of my personal life, but I have yet to figure out what the next pages should hold. I'm also feeling a lot of hesitation to make concrete goals because I have some anxiety about what our year is going to look like. Basically, if you watch the news, you should know that our world is entering a volatile period. If you checked out on watching the news, something I do not blame you for, you should check back in every few days to keep up with the state of the world. This year is shaping up to be major.
Only one idea has risen to the top as something that I feel deeply led to do, and that is to write. Obviously, I write. You're reading my update now. 😄 But I write in spurts and jumps. I would like to move on to something more organized, consistent, and purposeful. I'd also like what I write to not be crap, but that's a different kind of goal. Maybe next year I can strive to make my writing better. I've actually been writing more since August, but nothing that I'd ever let anyone actually read. I care too much for you people to expose you to it. I plan to tighten up my writing schedule and find some purpose in it beyond vain self expression. That's a goal, right?
So...yeah. It feels like we're in a holding pattern right now. Nothing is on the horizon officially that I can look forward to or prepare for. It's like I'm waiting, and I don't even know exactly what I'm waiting for. I'm going to take this as a prompting from God to not force any extra goals. This year, my goal will be to write and also to sit and wait patiently for that next big thing that He has for me. Until then, I will continue to do the next thing. You know, do the next school lesson. Wash the next load of laundry. Tutor the next class. Cook the next meal. Visit the next restaurant...okay, just kidding. I've cut back again. Really. I'm surprised Moe's hasn't sent out a search party by now.
I'm not anxious. It's not like that. It feels like a mix of resignation and expectation. Our quiet, peaceful, normal two years have been restorative, and now we're ready to go back into the metaphorical battle. I wish I could put my finger on it so that I could explain it better, but all I have is a feeling that something is coming. When that something comes or the opportunity presents itself, I will recognize it instantly. A least that's how it's always happened before.
Well, I guess that's it. I resolve to make no real new goals this year beyond a vague goal of writing more often. I'll leave you with a happy snow picture because really. How often does one get to take a snow picture in Charleston?
I've been giving a lot of thought as to what I want my 2018 goals to be, and I'm having a hard time coming up with anything specific and meaningful for some reason. Last year was the most successful year I've ever had as far as reaching my personal goals so that might have something to do with it? Looking back on last year, I can now see that I unknowingly ended some chapters of my personal life, but I have yet to figure out what the next pages should hold. I'm also feeling a lot of hesitation to make concrete goals because I have some anxiety about what our year is going to look like. Basically, if you watch the news, you should know that our world is entering a volatile period. If you checked out on watching the news, something I do not blame you for, you should check back in every few days to keep up with the state of the world. This year is shaping up to be major.
Only one idea has risen to the top as something that I feel deeply led to do, and that is to write. Obviously, I write. You're reading my update now. 😄 But I write in spurts and jumps. I would like to move on to something more organized, consistent, and purposeful. I'd also like what I write to not be crap, but that's a different kind of goal. Maybe next year I can strive to make my writing better. I've actually been writing more since August, but nothing that I'd ever let anyone actually read. I care too much for you people to expose you to it. I plan to tighten up my writing schedule and find some purpose in it beyond vain self expression. That's a goal, right?
So...yeah. It feels like we're in a holding pattern right now. Nothing is on the horizon officially that I can look forward to or prepare for. It's like I'm waiting, and I don't even know exactly what I'm waiting for. I'm going to take this as a prompting from God to not force any extra goals. This year, my goal will be to write and also to sit and wait patiently for that next big thing that He has for me. Until then, I will continue to do the next thing. You know, do the next school lesson. Wash the next load of laundry. Tutor the next class. Cook the next meal. Visit the next restaurant...okay, just kidding. I've cut back again. Really. I'm surprised Moe's hasn't sent out a search party by now.
I'm not anxious. It's not like that. It feels like a mix of resignation and expectation. Our quiet, peaceful, normal two years have been restorative, and now we're ready to go back into the metaphorical battle. I wish I could put my finger on it so that I could explain it better, but all I have is a feeling that something is coming. When that something comes or the opportunity presents itself, I will recognize it instantly. A least that's how it's always happened before.
Well, I guess that's it. I resolve to make no real new goals this year beyond a vague goal of writing more often. I'll leave you with a happy snow picture because really. How often does one get to take a snow picture in Charleston?
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