So...if you ever followed my previous blogs, then you know every year on December 31, I unveiled my goals for the next year. Writing my goals each December is by far one of my favorite traditions each year. I struggled to write goals this year, due to a battle with some pretty heavy post partum anxiety. I wrote them anyways, vague as they were and made my vision board (which has also become a fun tradition at my house with some of my favorite girls) but they haven’t gotten very far. I returned to work at the beginning of January and kicked right into my last semester at school and have been spinning since. Not to mention having, ya know, 5 kids and all. They’ve been haunting me. I have them written in a spiral notebook that goes everywhere with me and I flip past the page at least once per day where they stare at me.
But first, let’s visit the question of why. Why do I do this? Am I not just setting myself up for failure? Maybe. But I’ve found that I’d rather have some direction and attempt to be intentional than no real goal at all. I love goals. I love having something to work towards. Everyday when I go to work, I start the day with a post it note that I fill with all the things I need to do that day. I find joy in crossing those things off as the day progresses. Do I ever finish the list? Usually not. There’s always that note to myself to clean my office that NEVER gets crossed off. Just doesn’t happen. I like being goal oriented and goal driven. I’m not sure where I got it from, but I know where it started. Come by my desk anytime, you’ll see it usually on the left side near the phone. If it’s not there, I had a crazy morning.
My sophomore year at Berry.
Let’s be honest, my Freshman year, I was busy “exploring” myself and my new found freedom. When I started my sophomore year, I was ready to be the student I used to be and actually make decent grades and go to class on a regular basis. My new roomie Jen and I made a list of all of our tests, projects and due dates on the full length mirror on the back of the door with an expo marker. (Still to this day, I LOVE writing with expo markers). When we passed a test, finished a paper, turned in a project, we marked it off. The goal at the end was as soon as it was all done, we were going on a date to the Cheesecake Factory! Y’all...in 2002 to college girls that was a big deal, there was only 1 in Atlanta and we would have to go to Buckhead! We survived that fall, marked up the mirror and my GPA made a strong turn for the better because of that lost. Ever since then, it’s been a habit.
I wish I was still as good at making lists as I used to be, but I have to sleep sometime. Maybe that’s why I love it so much each year. It gives me new goals to focus on and reward at the end of each one.
Wow, I just realized how much of a teacher this is sounding like...
Anyways, 2018. Struggle bus writing goals. I never really finished them like I wanted to. I got frustrated that I couldn’t focus, wrote a few and put it down because it upset me that I couldn’t do it. Like I said, I’ve looked at them multiple times over the past 4 months and still can’t seem to figure out how I want to tweak them. Here’s what I’ve got...
1. Dopey Training for 2019. Run 3 5ks, 3 10ks, 2 half marathons in 2018.
2. Integrate new technology in my classroom once a month.
3. Read 3 books for fun.
4. 125. Must lose fertility/baby weight.
5. Finish decorating the downstairs level of the house completely.
6. Date my children. Once a month, one date, one kid = 4 dates per year per kid
7. Purge my closet.
8. Start Knox a college fund and put $2000 in it.
I feel like these are totally weak this year, but I havent made a ton of progress on them either! I'll revisit my progress at the end of summer and see how Im doing!
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