I had planned to write a post on writing goals for the new year. I swear every writer on Facebook, every blog, I read has a post about goals for the new year. I remember when I used to do that. But I’m not making any plans for writing for the coming year.
It’s not that I don’t want to write. I do. I have a book I am mid way through and one that needs editing although it is complete. I want to finish them. But I’m not going to tell you that I will work on them all through January and be done by February 1st. I’ve done that too many times before.
This year, I am opting to stress myself less. I have things I want to get done, but I will do them when I can. I have had too many years where no matter what I was doing, I felt guilty because there was always something else I should do. I am grimacing as I write this, because I know it’s easier said than done. Guilt comes more easily to me than almost any other emotion. But I’m going to try it anyway. So no goal setting: live for the moment.
And with that in mind, I am now going to sit back and spend the evening with my husband. I will not wrap presents, or bake cookies, or write. I will enjoy the tree lights and the quiet evening.
Wishing all of you the same.