Welcome to 2017! Take a deep breath, let it out, and sweep the last clinging stabby shouty bits of last year on out the door. With it, send off all the rage, the despair, the frustration, and the bitterness that the year inspired: keeping those emotions around will only hurt yourself, and why start the new year by letting the old one still tarnish your life?
Now, with this brand new year before you, a full glorious twelve months and four seasons yet to be fulfilled, what goals do you have? What plans do you have to get there? What milestones along the way?
Remember the difference between dreams and goals: a goal is something that can be measured, achieved, and is in your power to accomplish. “I want to lose weight” is a common dream. “I want to lose 20 pounds by LibertyCon” is a goal, because it has a specific amount and a deadline (and a corset).
Similarly, “I want to write and publish three books this year” is a goal; “I want to sell 40,000 copies this year” is a dream. One depends on you doing the work; the other one depends on other people deciding to buy your work. (Unless you have 40,000 minions you can command to buy your books. Even then, there’s always that one minion who didn’t get the message.)
On habits: Habits take about two weeks of steady, constant doing to form. So if you want to start a new habit, set a note in two weeks to check how you’re doing. (Yes, I do have a note to check how often I’ve been doing my exercises, and what is getting in the way / how I’m going to modify that to work better, every two weeks.)
Speaking of things getting in the way: there’s no better way to discover the difference between what you thought was your routine and what is actually your routine. Roll with it, and change to fit. Even I have discovered that I can’t do weightlifting in the mornings until I’ve let the older cat in and out of the garage, and thrown the spring for the kitten (he plays fetch). Otherwise, I have seven pounds of cranky saying “Yo! Thumb-monkey! Operate the door!” and ten pounds of energetic kitten bounding between my feet and all over the room, pink spring stuck out of his mouth, as he tries to flag me down to throw it.
So what plans, goals, and dreams have you mapped out for this glorious new year?