I can’t help but chuckle when I read last year’s goals. I met exactly zero of them and yet I’m not upset. At the time I wrote them I couldn’t begin to understand how much better my year could have been.
My goals were:
- Marathon training plan
- 50 blog posts
- 365 pieces of mail
- Bible reading plan
- 50 books
While I didn’t complete a marathon, or even the marathon training plan, I did start a regular running habit. It was nice to get out of the house and clear my mind a bit. I’m not opposed to running a marathon in the future, but I think a healthy habit rather than a single goal is the better outcome here.
I fell massively short of 50 blog posts. It’s easy to get caught up in the “side hustle” aspect of blogging promoted on social media. I lost sight of how I really enjoy it for just record keeping and journaling. I’m happy with the scrapbook and calendar I kept for Jasper but hope to get a bit better at the multimedia opportunity that blogging offers.
I’m not sure how much mail I sent as I quit keeping count. Birth announcements, Christmas cards, and postcards to students over quarantine must have added up significantly. This is something I’d like to build on in the future.
I quit my bible reading plan when it became a chore. That was not a feeling I wanted to get from something that was supposed to be spiritually fulfilling. I am on the lookout for something to get me into reading my bible more regularly but without a goal or accomplishment aspect to it. That was the wrong way to go about reading my bible regularly.
I am surprised that I didn’t get more reading done. I found it incredibly difficult to concentrate on an entire audiobook this year and filled my time with podcasts and the Hamilton soundtrack instead. I have let go of my goal to read all of the Newbery award-winning books because some of them just weren’t that good. I’m not one to slog through a book when I’m not enjoying it- my free time is more precious than that.
All of this to say, I’m beginning 2021 with the only goal of having no goals for the first time in my adult life. I finally realize that I have used goals as a measure to feel unworthy instead of a way to move me forward. I look forward to a year of just enjoying life, especially these precious moments with a little one at home.
Ironically, said precious moments have made this post take four hours to write. I love this season of life as a mom with a little one and I hope to find time to document it on the blog more, even if it does happen in tiny bits here and there. I hope you’ll follow along.