It’s that time of year where everyone makes plans and sets goals and generally decides what they’d like to accomplish during the coming year.
I’m no exception to this tradition.
So…these aren’t in any particular order, but here’s what I’d like to accomplish.
1.) Finish my first YA series.
2) Finish the four stories currently on my plate.
3.) Get the business with friends up and off the ground.
4.) Continue to eat healthier.
5.) Exercise more (ugh…but it must be done)
6.) Continue to purge my house of excess belongings.
7.) Read at least a couple books (for pleasure) a month.
8.) Finish knitting my sweater and start the next one.
9.) Sew through one of the boxes of fabric in my craft room/office.
10.) Get the clay out and work on some pieces (and try to find a place to fire it).
11.) Spend more time in nature.
12.) Have an amazing writers retreat.
13.) Finally meet Chaos Chris in person.
14.) Speak up when I should.
15.) Learn to make some natural beauty projects.
16.) Grow a more successful garden than this year.
17.) Continue to try new things.
18.) Combat procrastination more effectively. (I can hear you all laughing, but it’s cool.)
19.) Continue to blog weekly.
20.) Write daily.
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0 thoughts on “Goals for 2015”
These sound great! I need to steal some of your ideas for myself, especially purging excess stuff. I own so very many things! And reading for pleasure is a real issue for me, too. I used to read constantly as a kid but ever since I studied literature at university I don’t seem to be able to read a book and just enjoy it. I’m always analysing – and trying to work out if the writing is better than mine, how much better it is, how my writing could be better, why everyone is better than me… I need a lie down just thinking about it!
I feel your pain. I do a lot of freelance editing for people, and it makes it so tough to read stuff and not think about what suggestions you would have made had you been on board for edits.
And then there’s the endless comparison parade that never ends when it’s time to attempt to read for pleasure. (That’s amazing. Why didn’t I think of that? Why can’t I write like that? Why does my life suck so hard?) Repeat until neurosis sets in. o.O