Goals

Sometimes I like to make goals.

Goals like write 500 words (AT LEAST) on your novel Monday-Friday until that stinker of a first draft is DONE.

Goals like this I have to post on facebook or else I won't actually do it. (See 30 day writing challenge, failed attempt 1 and massively failed attempt 2).

Other goals are things like never still be in your pajama pants when your husband gets home from work at 4:00.

This one can be difficult, admittedly, but even if that means I put my real pants on at 3:50 (I'm not saying it happened, but I'm not saying it didn't), then I'm still the winner here.

And yes, obviously this goal will have exceptions if I become ill.

But illness doesn't excuse me from writing, even if it makes my characters crazy. Which it assuredly will.

Then there's the token goal named exercise. I'm really good at this when, you know, I'm in hours and hours of dance class every week that I'm graded on so I go. But it's a little harder during the summer. But it's a goal nonetheless.

And if sometimes walking to the mailbox with a thick handful of thank you notes to send out counts as exercise? Fine. I'll get that gym membership eventually.

There's also the goal named make the bed everyday. We bought the bedspread at Target with our gift card money so we could have a real looking bedroom and I could do the responsible adult/wife thing and make the bed.

I had to add the "/wife" there, because certainly as an "adult" (meaning 18+) I haven't been too bothered to make my bed the past few years.

But it's been made, oh boy has it been made, since I've gotten married. Something about Trenton being gone at work and me just being home and reading makes me feel like the least I can do is make the bed, since I've been sleeping for two hours after he left for work.

Goals are good. They help us measure our progress, and so they have to be good. I bet you have goals. I bet you're really good at keeping your goals.

And if you're not? That's chill. You can do better, or not, or make new goals, or realize some goals are stupid silly and throw them away. Those are the lofty goals like "I'm going to run a marathon this year" and then realize that you hate running and never run. So maybe you should amend the goal, and start off with "run once a week". And that's still something to be proud of.

What's the conclusion of this post? The takeaway message? The excuse I will make to leave/the food I'm going to go eat? I guess there really isn't one (even though I do still have some wedding cake in the fridge and it is delicious). Just that here are some of my goals, and hopefully I will do well and will go on to make and achieve bigger goals.

I can do it. Eventually. :)