Well, here it is again, November. Every year I hope by November I'll be farther along in my goals or doing things differently or something. But somehow between my mom passing away in April and the move to the new house in June I lost about 6 months. I don't know what happened, but I do know I'm less than satisfied with it.
I'm an idealistic person - I get these ideas in my head of things that I think it would be nice to be or do. None of the ideas are impossible, there are tons of people out there who do all things I dream of and then some, I'm sure. But I'm also sure that they didn't decide one morning upon waking that they would make some major overhaul of everything they do and every piece of their life would magically fall into place. Somewhere along the way I got it into my head that this could happen. It won't.
I'm well aware I can't be all things to all people, but I'm slowly coming around to the notion that I can't be all things to myself either. I let a few things go - things that I thought it would be great to be seen as, but not so great to be doing. I have the utmost respect for people who do some things, it doesn't mean I have to do it to. This should not be a shocking concept. I do not know why it took me so long to figure it out for myself.
In my infinite love of planning, I'm thinking of how I can try to incorporate all of my goals in such a way that they are not overwhelming and therefore stick. I think the idea that's working (in my head at least) for me is a monthly goal. I'll pick something for January, if I'm seeing progress I'm pleased with, I'll add something new for February. One small change per month. That should be attainable, right? And there's what, about 6 weeks left in the year? That should be enough time to pick something for January, right?
But what to pick, what to pick...