Good bye, summer. 
As I sit here on a day that is 110 degrees–which it doesn’t feel like camped out under a ceiling fan in the kitchen with some iced tea sitting next to me–I am contemplating my new [school] year’s resolutions before I go back to work on Monday.
- Clean kitchen. Check!
- Create boring non-specific goals–Sleep well, eat well, drink water, don’t eat candy, brush, floss, exercise, etc. Check!
- Contemplate other goals and list them below–Check!
I am good at this.
Actual goals:
- Up the workout intensity. Go hard or go home.
- Make a to do list at the beginning of every week. Include the following as it applies.
- Eat good meals at home more often–meaning cooking veggies, salads, and fresh foods, not nachos and Manwhich.
- Try one new recipe a week.
- Join something–a book club, class, or running club. Something that gets me out of the house doing something with new people.
- Contact one old friend every week just to chat (even on Facebook chat. That counts, right?)
- Host a party
- Get rid of ill fitting clothing or things I don’t wear. This is embarrassing, seeing as I fix ill fitting clothing for a living
- Ignore my phone during work hours. This includes “just checking” my e-mail.
- Really celebrate thankful Thursday. I like made up holidays. Maybe I’ll make a
- Ignore above suggestion to make a cake.
- Read one positive book a month. For me, these are usually biographies of people I admire.
- Hit my happy number in my savings.
- Finalize all the business paperwork. Blech.
Self improvement goals
- Stop taking things personally
- Find that silver lining!
- Truly work on fostering friendships. I’ve been lonely, but it is truly my fault for not making more of an effort.
- Stop with the @*$&# internal drama.
The husband and I looked at our finances today, and have determined that if we continue with our plan, we will have our house paid off in July of 2020–less than 8 years from now. Seeing the numbers on an actual spreadsheet helps.
MFP says I can reach my goal in 2 months time (just in time for my bro’s wedding.) Granted, the rampant baby fever that has been plaguing my psyche NOT to meet that goal, but until my failure of a uterus says otherwise, here we go.
I like numbers. I like lists. I like having things in neat little boxes.
Will having my goals listed out in a neat little list here? I hope so.
Spin. Run. Sew. Repeat. 