Did I even write down my goals for the year? I cannot for the life of me remember January. No wonder so many people keep journals. I probably should, but you know what Tallulah Bankhead says.
Anyway, after I took five seconds to look in the archive, yeah, I did make some goals. And you know what? I realized they were vague and, well, shitty.
I should have been more specific so I had something measurable to say “hey Jessie, good job,” or “What the fuck were you doing this year that you couldn’t learn to bake one new thing?”
I figured now would be a great time to shift to a different way of thinking, closer to how I want my mind to be. Have some specific ideas, but leave them open to interpretation.
Here’s my new end of year list:
– take a road trip
– declutter more and more
– create a relaxing and useful guest room
– find the best way to make coffee concentrate
– shoot 4 rolls of film
– celebrate Noirvember
– find a photobooth
– read 5 books
– take a class
– learn to make a new dinner
– bike 50 miles
I think I can still get most of these done with my last 4 months. Plus, I feel more optimistic day by day, as the days get slightly shorter, and the heavy, hazy daze of summer are almost behind.