Me and goals have long been uneasy companions. I suspect there are many reasons for this. Fear of failure, certainly. But also, I have a history of meeting a goal and immediately devaluing its importance. After all, if I met it, it couldn’t have been a big deal, right?
My June goal: to post daily to this blog, or at least create 30 posts in 30 days. My results? Thirty-ONE posts. I trumped by goal by a full blog post.
Those of you who average 30 posts or more per month, I salute you. Now I know what it feels like to be tired and looking at the clock and searching the corners of an uncooperative brain for material. And yet, wow. Stretching felt good. Succeeding felt good.
I intend to celebrate. How? Two things.
Two. Setting a new goal! My July goal: to get hosting for my website and port this blog over to it. I’ll post details as they occur.
How do you celebrate meeting your goals? Do you throw yourself mad parties, strewn with confetti, belly laughs and karaoke? Or are you stingy with yourself, saying, that’s all well and fine, but you can do better.
I’ve tried the latter. I say we all give the former a try.
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