Like most writers, I have a to-do list of goals, which waver between packing up my words and shutting down the blog, facebook, the virtual world for good, never to write again … … or, aiming high – very high – to become rich and famous, changing the world, connecting people, making them laugh and cry and think and maybe getting a beach house, yeah, a beach house. Ocean front.
I set small goals. Teeny tiny goals really, so I’m never disappointed. Or almost never. Okay, seldom. New Year’s, school year’s resolutions, autumnal equinox, Monday mornings – however and whenever you set goals, if you set the bar just yay high, you’re bound to exceed expectations. It’s how I parent, it’s how I exercise, it’s how I live. Aim low, achieve great things. But last year I did something a little different.