The goals for 2017 were short and simple.
Yet, I still managed to fail miserably at them.
- Write 200,000 words.- I wrote 38,145 new words.
- Edit 600 pages.- I edited 449 pages.
- Walk 2,600,000 steps. Really who knows. I gave up in February.
- Read 80 books. My only real success. I read 96 books.
- Find the shipwreck at Ft. Morgan. My wrist surgery kept me from the beach. I even failed at this. 🙂
- Complete devotional. I did complete a devotional just not the one I intended to read.
2017 was not a good year for these goals.
Goals in themselves are of no value. To me, the value of goals is to see why or why not you succeeded. You learn something about yourself. I learn from my mistakes. Sad fact.
I learned I hate exercise. I knew this already. But I have no internal motivation to exercise. I just don’t have it. I’m not even sure what it would take to make me exercise on a regular basis. It’s not going to happen.
I’m also a creature of habit. If I’m going to do anything on a regular basis I must make it a scheduled event until it is habit. If I can write between 25,000 – 50,000 words in November why can’t I do that in January? Is it the little tracker I have marking the words? Is it the winner T-shirt? What is it? Or is it knowing that millions of people around the globe are like me and trying to write the novel in a month. It’s possible I’ve done it before.
The difference. I made it a priority. I sat down every day no matter what and I wrote. In preparation for NaNo I spent October editing another story. So it wouldn’t sit on my desk staring at me. I edited over 80 pages that month.
So what do I do?
That’s the million dollar question isn’t it.
It boils down to priorities and motivation. I allow my family to take precedence over my writing. That’s not going to change. Family first. I also allow household issues to overshadow writing time. My house is old. It needs lots of work. At the moment we are working on the kitchen. At some point in the next millinia, we will be finished with that. But it takes time, money, and brain power from writing. Wrist surgery also kept me away from writing.
I’ve never treated my writing as a job. It’s a dream. A hobby. A desire. But in honesty I’ve never let my job overshadow my family life and responsibilities. I’ve alwasy been family first.
As I sit down and think about what I want to accomplish in 2018 the one thing I don’t want to do is let the fire for writing be smothered by the feeling of failure because I didn’t reach my goals. I knew when I made them that they were lofty goals.
Am I disappointed when I look over the numbers from last year? Yes I am. But I did make strides. I did make certain accomplishments. I know have two stories that need polishing before submitting. I’m happy with that.
Over the next few days I will be assesingmy goals before i comit to anything.
Happy New Year,