Everywhere I look, people are blogging and posting about their New Year’s resolutions and goals. Through some unforeseen alien force, even I was sucked into the Twitterverse and brainwashed into tweeting my 2017 writing goals. And I must admit—it looks super sparkly all typed out and pretty like that. But overall, my general feelers about making New Year’s resos are… blah, blah, blah. Not because I think it’s stupid, but because I know me.
I make ‘em.
I break ‘em.
Every. Dang. Time.
I have good intentions—I want to accomplish my goals—but life always gets in the way. And life can be stupid.
Whoever said being an adult is awesome should be shot.
No matter how much I juggle or rearrange responsibilities, or cut out sleep, there just isn’t enough time in the day. And in the next few weeks I’ll be adding more to my overflowing plate of responsibilities–a college class (maybe I’m the stupid one).
So why make New Year’s resos?
Why set myself up to fail?
Because setting goals isn’t stupid, it’s a worthy investment in myself and helps me to focus on priorities. Regardless of whether or not I meet the goals—at least I’m trying. And honestly, sometimes the process is more important than the product—the journey than the destination. Because whether or not I reach that “big pot of goal” at the end of the rainbow, I’m developing habits along the way which will last a lifetime.
Maybe I won’t finish a book this year (don’t worry Butterfly Bones readers, it’s just an analogy). But If I’m writing daily, whether ten words or ten thousand, I’m honing my skills, practicing craft, becoming a stronger writer, and I will eventually complete the story.
So will I meet all my goals for 2017?
Probably not. But I sure the heck am going to enjoy the journey.
So buckle up, 2017. Let’s go for a ride!
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