Showing posts with label goals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label goals. Show all posts

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Balance

It's not like I'm falling over.

It's a different sort of balance I hunger for. The kind where all the Beccas are strong. None pulling the others down.

In an effort to balance, I have made goals (plans, resolutions, lists) for this year. Some of these things are new. Some are regulars, things I hope for and work for and put effort into every year. Mostly I try not to get too grandiose in my "plans" - because nothing works against my balance like the chuck-load of personal disappointment that always follows Me not Doing What I Say I'll Do.

And the balance comes when the important things are covered:

Physical (that's the part where I exercise 5 times a week and maybe get a haircut now and then)
Intellectual (that's the writing every day* part)
Social (that's me working on being a better friend and a better wife, and mom and daughter)
Spiritual (that's where I spend some time every day studying and learning)
Emotional (this is the part I sometimes neglect until I explode, and that's something to avoid - trust me)

And I'm really not going to bore you with the specifics (because, you know me - "death before boredom" - right?) but I think it's good for me to put this down, even if only for me, because when the Balance comes, I know where to cheer about it. And when it falls apart, I know where to look to find what's been lost.

So here's wishing you all a balanced 2010, and if you feel yourself sliding in one direction or another, you can lean over here (you know, metaphorically speaking).

*Except Sunday. I'll only blog on Sunday. Not write.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Another Goal Accomplished

Hey, yeah for me. I accomplished a goal today! So, naturally I am sure you want to know all about it.

I jogged 4 miles. That's FOUR MILES in a row. With no stopping. Or walking. Or moaning, weeping, wailing, gnashing teeth, crying or whining.

I don't think I've ever, ever done such a thing before.

So far I'm feeling really fantastic (just a tiny sore, you know, to remind me of the great thing I did) and really, really proud of me.

Just think: If I can write a novel (or three, or four) and jog farther than ever before... what can't I do?*

Hooray for a great day!

*Besides, you know, refrain from thinking snarky comments, or stop laughing at tasteless 80s SNL skits...