Here I am! Almost didn’t make it to my weekly writing!
As always, in the New Year, I plan to write my goals for 2021. These will be both my life goals and my writing goals. (Although I don’t think I did it on here last year. Maybe in my journal.)
This year, I will plan more. I will organize more. I’ve had four years where I was able to follow my whims. In 2021, I want to plan my life better. I want to know what I’m doing in the week to come. I like having some organization in my chaotic life. It’s time.
This year, I plan to laugh. I want to laugh more. I want to find the humour even when I don’t want to. I want to laugh with my son, and with my friends, and with my family.
I want to listen more. I want to be kinder. I want to take the time to learn.
I want to teach my son to listen more. I want to teach my son to be kinder. I want to teach him to take the time to learn.
I want to admit when I’ve done something wrong, and never blame others. The world does that enough.
I want to dream big. (I want my son to dream big.)
I don’t want to be afraid to fail. And I want to be okay if I do fail.
I want to explore the world – be that world in my own city or as far away as I can explore.
I want my son to see his mom as a working mom. I want him to know I’m a writer. I want him to know I’m not just his mom but a person.
I want to figure out my anxiety. I want to learn how to breathe through it.
I want to teach my son about calmness, and about the importance of slowing down.
I want to learn more about domestic abuse, and bring more awareness to people about domestic abuse. I think people need to talk about it. This should never be a taboo subject.
I want to stand up for what I believe in, and teach my son to do the same thing.
I want to make wood photos for people. If I can make it into a business, that would be amazing.
I want to put my phone down more, be off social media more, and take in the world. I want to look around and be grateful for what I have, and be present in my life. I don’t want my son to grow up watching me on my phone.
I don’t want to ever believe in needing to have a New Me with a New Year, BUT I won’t be afraid of change. I am enough. Always.
I want to edit my novel one more time and mail it away to publishers.
I want to blog on my personal blog (this one) once a week.
I want to catch up on my book posts. (It’s almost impossible!)
I want to make Family Fun Saskatoon even better. I want to write about places that will make people happy. I want to share all the wonderful things we can see and do in Saskatoon.
I want to journal.
I want to write letters.
I want to sleep. It’s late. I’ll be back in a week.
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2 thoughts on “Goals for tomorrow. Goals for today.”
I doubt you remember me, but I am your Great Aunt Doreen’s goddaughter. She was so proud of you and your cousins and always kept me up to date regarding all your activities and milestones. I came across your blog via your mom’s Facebook page and wanted to let you know how much I enjoy your writing. I find your honesty really refreshing and your clear devotion to your son very touching. I should also add that I think you look just like your grandmother! I was a SAHM when my kids were little too and had a few successes as a “writing momma” but blogs weren’t a thing back then (my “babies” are 28, 25 and 20 now) and the busy-ness of life got in the way. Eventually I made my way back into the world of paid employment and ultimately found that I much prefer editing to writing anyway!
Your family was a big part of my life when I was growing up, particularly your Burton grandparents, and your Perkins great aunts and great uncle. I’m a cook and a baker and I treasure my mom’s old recipe box, containing many favourites that Joyce, Marty and Doreen shared with my mom way back when. I always loved visiting the farm when I was a kid, which kind of brings me to my point: I have a collection of old letters written mainly by Joyce to Marty and Doreen over the years, dating from the 80s, but also up through the late 90s when it appears they were all catching on to email (and printing them out)! My mom grew up on a farm in northern Alberta and rural life has always fascinated me which I guess is how I came to be in possession of these letters. I think I had visions of editing them into some sort of a Canadiana story, but I’ve had them for years and have never made a stab at doing anything meaningful with them. So, as your family’s resident writer…would you like to have them? They are organized into two binders, mostly typewritten and make for a pretty enjoyable snapshot of that time and place. No worries if you don’t want them; I’m happy to hang on to them and may just be inspired to create that project eventually!
I’ve attached a photo of me at your parents’ wedding. I was about 9, and always so fond of dressing up that I didn’t have the good sense to protest when my mom decided that would be a great opportunity for me to get another wear out of my first communion dress. Yes, I wore a long, white gown to someone else’s wedding. It was a wonderful day and the picture always makes me smile!
This is amazing. I know exactly who you are! I’m not sure if we’ve ever met, but I’ve heard so much about you growing up. The photo didn’t come through, but I’m going to add you on Facebook and then send a message that way. I would love love love to see those letters. That’s so kind of you. The Perkins women were just amazing (I’m including Marty in that!), and I look forward to reading what they had to say to one another. I’m going to find you on Facebook right now! 🙂