Already Sunday evening. How does the weekend just zing by so quickly? And it’s now 10 days in to the new year and I have yet to officially write down my personal goals, so very little is getting accomplished towards them.
I did succumb to the whole “Pick a Word for the Year” challenge that seems to be a thing to do. I’ve read blogs where folks do this and it seems interesting/inspiring and so I figured why not.
Don’t know what I’m talking about? Well, you can get even more confused here. It’s basically a #oneword2016 challenge where you choose a word that represents your main focus for the year. My natural instinct was to choose the word “CAKE” but then that didn’t seem like a word that would move anything forward except the needle on the scale and the size of my pants, so I abandoned that even though it made me whimper just a little. Because no one likes to abandon cake. And if you do like abandoning cake, you have greater problems then picking a focus word for 2016, because that’s borderline crazy talk.
My next word thought was “CATS,” but then that’s nothing new, and for cryin’-out-loud what would my goals be around that word? To cuddle more? That actually does sound like an enjoyable focus word, especially when there’s a whole lotta this going on around Chez Bang Bang on a cold January Sunday:
Let’s face facts, that is some rather irresistible catting.
Which is probably why I still don’t have my personal goals written in my fancy-dancy notebook, there’s laundry that needs to be put away, I have to finesse my work goals for a Tuesday presentation, it would be nice to chat up my daddio sometime tonight, bills need a-paying, and I’ve gotta get ma shit ready for a quickie trippie to Vegas that starts on Tuesday afternoon. Because all that went on around here and I helped them with it.
I still have all those little tasks to do and it’s well into the p.m. portion of Sunday, and basically I’m going to go grab a snack and sit and watch the t.v. Because you have to ease into these resolutions, Reader. Don’t want to give my system a big jolt.
First, I have to grab a snack because I had thought of making a homemade lasagna for today, but made early (well, noon, it’s impolite to judge, Reader!) breakfast and then sort of lost interest in cooking after that. So now we have nothing for dinner except whatever’s easily grab-able. I think that leaves a generic ho-ho, an avocado and a left over Christmas cookie as my options.
But back to my #2016oneword Challenge. Focus, Me.
I’ve settled on my word: DISCIPLINE.
Not the 50-Shades-of-Spankings form of discipline, although that does sound sort of fun and frankly maybe I’d enjoy my goals more if there were a bit of firm-yet-tender spanking at the end of the day. There’s not, unless you count when I sort of swat at the cats when they are Fight-Clubbing each other.
So yeah. I’m going to bring a whole lotta DISCIPLINE to 2016. Starting tomorrow. Baby steps.