2015 needs to be even better.
The Non-Negotiable, 100% Committed, Do or Die Trying Goal for 2015
These are the things that I must make happen in 2015. No touchy-feely, “love my neighbor as I love myself and show it in all I say and do” nonsense – that’s a stretch goal for another day. But if you’re reading this, consider yourself hugged in a supportive, friendly, positive, upbeat way. And if my arm doesn’t quit circle your circumference, feel free to join me in this, the most clichéd but worthwhile of all New Year’s resolutions:
Lose 78 lbs. by 12/31/2015 and become physically fit enough to hike to the top of Multnomah Falls without getting overly winded, or crochet a Pepto-Bismol pink amigurumi pig with a miniature, beaded tiara and a purple feather boa using embroidery floss and teeny-tiny seed beads, and auction it off to benefit Relay for Life in April 2016.*
The Smorgasbord of Aspirational Inclinations
These are the things I’d like to make happen in 2015, but they are not as worthy of the single-minded commitment of that first goal.
Volunteer one shift a month at the Houston Food Bank. For any month I don’t do this, I will buy 2 prepacked bags of food to donate to them.
Be a better, more studious student, and a better, more patient mentor. Somehow, I think the karma of failing at one will result in the other one beating me over the head, so – yeah.
Finish crocheting the Owl Blanket. I’d have put this under the “non-negotiables,” but calculated that I’ll need 552 squares to finish it if I go for “King sized.” So much for all of them being owls. This could take more than a year. Or maybe it’ll be a smaller “throw.” A pillow cover…nah, that’s a cop-out. If I don’t make at least 365 squares by December 31, 2015, I’ll…camp in the back yard in January 2016 – without those amazing little chemical handwarmers tucked into my sleeping bag, to remind me why crocheted owl blankets are important. This one’s for me.
Resurrect the blog. Not that it’s dead, by any means – more like obstinately sulking over in the corner – but every few years I feel compelled to get it ranking well. It’s kind of a meaningless metric, but it’s a perverse challenge that seems to matter so much to so many in our metrics-driven society. This year, the real challenge will be to go back to my roots and dominate the no-niche niche. To post something entertaining, useful, informative, provocative, inspirational (now we’re scraping the pith from the switch) – weekly, at the very least. If I can’t get my Pagerank of 3 back, and shove this puppy into Alexa’s top 100,000 blogs worldwide, by August 1, 2015, I will walk to work and back once a month. (Granted, that’s only 8 miles and it serves my “Non-Negotiable, 100% Committed, Do or Die Trying Goal” quite well. I should do it regardless. But now, I can treat it like some onerous awful punishment… I reserve the right to do it on a holiday or weekend, so I don’t show up to work all sweaty and stinky. It’s not as if I have to haul camping equipment with me to do it. But there are no sidewalks and it’s hot and it makes me whiny just to think about it…oh, don’t roll your eyes at me.)
Attend the OWFI Conference in May 2015 and enter at least three items into the annual contest. No consequences for this one; I’m already committed to serving as one of the Contest Category Chairs, either way.
Write. Submit. Rinse. Repeat. It’s the “submit” part that gives me the willies; I think just thinking about it is part of why I don’t write more. Because then, I wouldn’t have a good excuse not to submit anything. If I don’t submit anything by December 31, I’ll have to write a post explaining why I can’t at least finger Bulwer-Lytton’s proboscis or be a contender for the worst poet of 2015.
2015 is going to be awesome.
* If you know me at all, you’ve realized now that failure is not an option.
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