Well hi, folks! It’s that magical time of year between Christmas and New Year’s when we all ponder over our failures of the past year and look toward the clean slate of the new year. As per usual, last year didn’t go quite as perfectly as I’d planned. And as per usual, this coming year will be the year, if I have it my way. Which, let’s be honest. I probably won’t. But a lady can dream.
Last year’s successes: I mommed hardcore, first and foremost. And most-most. I had my ups and downs with that, but in the end my kid is still alive and reasonably well-adjusted. I call that a win.
Additionally, I watched some of the 2016 inductees into the National Film Registry. I read some of my ClassicQuest books and filled out maybe half of my BookRiot Read Harder sheet. I sorta tried a No Spend month and sorta failed. I did a bunch of GymnasticBodies but still have about 10 pounds of baby weight to lose. I crossed a few things off my 40 Before 40 list. We killed the travel thing as a family — Ambrose has been to 13 states and 4 countries outside the U.S. As I wrote right around this time last year, “If it means I get a few books read and movies watched in the process, I will take it.” And I did, man. I sure did. So without further ado, let’s look ahead to next year.
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Right here is when I pause to tell you about a Brand New Thing I was introduced to via my December mom’s group: the 101 in 1001 list. 40 Before 40? So yesterday. Why not attempt to complete 2 1/2 times the number of goals in just under a third of the time? Why not attempt to give myself a premature nervous breakdown? FUN. WE ARE HAVING FUN, FOLKS.
I’ll post my full list in a later post, but suffice it to say, a lot of my resolutions for next year come from planning exactly how I’ll accomplish approximately 34 of the 101 goals in the next 365 days. So here we go.
I’m going to save all of the money. Based on this 52-week savings challenge. It’s pretty intense, but we’ve got some raises and stuff heading our way this year, so I should be able to squirrel away a little extra cashmoney.
I’m going to get healthy for really reals. I’m planning on kicking off the year with a Whole30. Then I want to do a full month of actual GymnasticBodies Thrive with the Foundation 1 series to see how much of a difference it makes. I also have the book French Women Don’t Get Fat, which is really appealing to me because I love good food and the recipes in it just sound fantastic. So I might also try that plan later on. Health, people, I need health, and balance.
I’m going to write a stinkin’ book, and edit it too. Really really really. I broke it down. To write an 80,000-word rough draft in 6 months, I only need to pound out 439 words a day. That is not awful! That is naptime-doable, even with my baby, who has the half hour powernap down to an art! By the beginning of July I can have an entire first draft written and ready to spend the next six months editing. If I can get an agent by the end of the year I would dieeeee. In a good way. (But let’s be real honest, I probably won’t. I’ve been through the agent search already, and I know exactly how slow going it is.)
I’m going to learn to use my camera. We got a really nice camera for Christmas, which means that now I have to learn to take really nice photos. If I can pull this one off it will be interesting to see the progression from meh to…less meh, I’m guessing. My plan is to read the photography book I received with the camera, and participate in a 365-day photo challenge.
I’m going to learn other fun stuff too. Namely: the art of one-handed egg cracking,
I’m going to Read Harder. Really! No getting sidetracked with silly Newbery Book Clubs. ReadHarder 2018, here I come.
I’m also going to Watch Harder. Or something like that. I want to watch one movie for every letter of the alphabet over the next 1001 days. I’d also like to finish Twin Peaks and start Sister Wendy’s Story of Painting.
I’m going to actually use my bullet journal. Which should help me accomplish all these other resolutions, man. If I could only remember to take ten minutes at the end of each day to plan for the next day I would benefit so darn much. Stop being lazy, Emily! Stop it!
Anyway, that’s about it. Doable, right? Right. It’s 10:35 p.m. on the first day of the year and I have to get up at 5:30 tomorrow to catch my flight home. I may have overcommitted myself. But no such thing, at least not in January! I got this, guys. I. Got. This.