I must confess -- I stink at setting goals. So one of my goals for this month (and the whole rest of the year) is to SET GOALS. Prioritize. Organize. Itemize. Analyze. Conceptualize. Scrutinize.
You get the idea.
So this month I plan to (in no particular order):
Write, write, write.
Research a little bit every day to work on an idea I have for a book.
Practice my ukulele every day.
Do a little good old fashioned spring cleaning. By "little" I mean "A LOT."
Lose weight.
Visit with friends.
Be the best wife and mom I possibly can be.
Paint the bathroom.
Create recipes rather than follow them.
Be and dress and think more girly/womanly/prettily.
Go to church.
Get out of bed a little earlier.
Observe Lent.
Stand by the ocean and feel small.
Savor the "little moments" with my family.
I look at this list and think it's a pretty tall order. Mercy. But these are not things I have to do. I want to do them. I am not stressed about meeting these goals. I have peace. I will do my very best. I know that I am enough.
And so it is.
