I like New Years. Fireworks, friends, and everybody gets all cuddly and nostalgic. I think it’s fantastic. I’m also a fan of New Year’s Resolutions because I like making goals. I like looking back over the past year and seeing if I’m moving forward or not. I want to be a little bit better every year. A little nicer. A little wiser. A little more accomplished. Stick with me to the end and hopefully I’ll be made of awesome by the time I’m a smart-mouthed little old lady.
My personal goals are this:
Find an agent. If I don’t get picked up this year, it won’t be because I wasn’t trying.
Run June’s half marathon without walking. I even have my Nike Plus reporting to my Facebook page, so I can’t skimp on my training or I’ll suffer severe mocking by those who love me most. And probably some relative strangers, too.
Streamline. I realized that my life is full of a lot of extras that add nothing but stress. Some of these things will have to go in order to make room for the things that are truly important. My chocolate contest entry Tiny Girl was written as a quick little thing, but I realized that it’s actually my biggest problem. Your girl here is overextended.
Last year’s goals were to 1) Do Things That Scare Me and 2) Ride More Shopping Carts. Okay, so I’ve had those goals for about three years now, and I must say that I did better each year. I terrified myself several times, and I’m now the Shopping Cart Champion of the World. It’s time to move on, and that feels great.
What are you planning to achieve this year?