Yesterday was my 30th birthday. It passed with very little fanfare. There was a cake (though not made by me this time, and with mixed results as such), and the watching of Dr. Who episodes including the 4th and 11th Doctors. There was also the discovery that the Bear enjoy New England Clam Chowder. Oh, and there was knitting. But you know, none of that is really interesting, and maybe that is part of my problem. None of it is terribly interesting right now. I’m in a rut, guys, a great big fat rut that I’ve been trying to climb out of for the past year or so. Essentially, I found myself thrust into new roles in both my personal and professional life all at once and while I’ve muddled through it all, and even had some great triumphs, I think it all happened to fast and now, as I’ve been thinking about this birthday for the last few weeks, I realize that my head is only beginning to stop spinning and sort it all out. To be sure, I’ve come quite a ways, but there is so much further to go. I’d like this blog to be part of that, it’s part of my write more goal.
Last year I wrote out 29 before 30 goals, but I didn’t publish them. Many of those goals hinged on one goal that I didn’t write down, which was lose the baby weight and get back in shape. I don’t know that I would’ve come to it any faster had I written it down, but maybe I would have held myself more accountable during the more difficult times. This year instead of the scale number, I am focusing on the inches around my waist, on becoming better, faster, stronger instead of just smaller. With that in mind, I am publishing this year’s list and hope to share each thing as I accomplish it. To hold myself accountable, but also to take one thing at a time. Many of these are project oriented. Small things, but things I have all the same put off learning or doing. Perhaps I overwhelm myself, taking on everything and then getting frustrated when it doesn’t all magically get done perfectly and in record time. Also, after reading this blog post (this one has also been…inspiring), I realize that it’s ok if I don’t get to all the goals, which became frustrating last year when the lack of checkmarks on the list haunted me more than motivated me.