Tag: goalsetting
-
Snapshot #193 | 10 Things for 12 December 2021
Things are getting busy. I’ve been: shovelling | checking | getting | setting | finishing | enjoying | starting | feeling | stocking | learning
-
Snapshot #192 | 10 Things for 28 November 2021
The last two weeks have been pretty good. I’ve been: simplifying | choosing | starting | trying | getting | tearing | kicking | realizing | taking | hoping
-
Snapshot #190 | 10 Things for 31 October 2021
I feel like I’ve been really busy this week, but when I try to recap it, I’m drawing a blank. I’ve been: drinking | trying | starting | finding | having | simplifying | getting | making | sorting | realizing
-
Snapshot #179 | 10 Things for 30 May 2021
I’ve been so busy lately! I’ve been: getting | baking | being | finishing | giving | wishing | feeling | hoping | realizing | making
-
2021: Intention(s)
I’ve had a hard time figuring out my goals for this year, let alone how to talk about them.
I’ve been tempted to just write last year off entirely, to look at the admittedly ambitious targets I set a year ago, the things I still want to accomplish, and start fresh. Pretend that—as far as my personal and professional goals go—2020 just never happened. Go back to zero and start again.
But that’s not going to work, is it?
-
Sketchbook #59
I didn’t want to write this post.
I wanted to be able to write about how I wrote every day—or at least most days—in October, and about how happy I am with the progress I’m making on Birthday Girl. I wanted to be able to write about settling into a good routine, at the very least.
But I can’t write about any of that, so this is the post I’m writing instead.
-
Inspired | April 2020
Every month, I share the articles and sites that I found most interesting. Here’s what caught my attention in April: what might happen to the novel, film vs. digital, journalling and goalsetting, Norman Rockwell, and more.
-
Sketchbook #50
I’ve got to rebuild routines that the holiday season shattered, and find my way back into stories I haven’t thought about in a month. I have to navigate a minefield of existential crises, brought on by that same new year/birthday season. January is dark and rainy or so cold I can’t even bring myself to walk to the coffee shop to interact with someone that isn’t my cat. If it wasn’t for those big goals and dreams, I don’t think I’d be able to make it through the month.