This week has been interesting, but I believe only to me. I have decided that I need to make a few goals and to actually work on them. I believe part two of that sentence will be the difficult part.
I have asked a few people who run what motivates them and I am trying Elena Aitken’s idea: I entered a race. I will get a t-shirt and because I do not want to be LAST, I went jogging last week.
This week the goal is to jog three times without stopping. I am trying to get my friend to enter the race as well, but we have a hard time training together due to 3 yr olds and the lack of desire to push a jogging stroller (if they would even sit in it.)
And then I have set some goals for writing. This week I have been depressed because I don’t think anyone I am related to has me on their blogroll (which may prove that my older brother was right and mom and dad did find me on the street) and I have realized that if a few certain people get published before I do I will never write again. I have a lot of friends who write and who I hope get published. But there are one or two or four people who I have known across the ages whose lives seem to pass over mine every 4-5 years and who seem to lead parallel lives. I get married; they get married; they have kids; I have kids; they buy a new house; I look at floor plans. They have blue eyes; I have blue eyes. There is no true competition, except for the one I create. And I have created a couple competitions in my head. (None of them actually know each other so it is really hard to get a true competition going.) Now it isn’t as though I don’t want them to get published or become rich and famous. I just want to publish first and be slightly more rich and famous. Does this make me a bad person? What about the confession that if they do publish first, I hope I am skinnier?
So as I was eating ice cream while watching TV sitting next to an open, empty Word document, I realized that I am not doing much to win my completely in my own mind competition. So here are my goals (I hope they are realistic.)
- I will spend one hour a day reading (either a book about writing or a book I think has a nice cover.)
- I will spend one hour a day writing (I include editing here and emailing about writing. Blogging counts too. So does copying recipes out of books.)
I never claimed to be an over achiever and my babysitter goes back to college Wednesday. #3 starts a one-month preschool in May, so I hope to go jogging while reading and writing during that time. Of course, due to the fact that five of my friends’ kids will also be at this class, I may end up at lunch, but I will write down what they say for future use and possible black mail.
I am telling you all of this to feel as though I am accountable to someone. And because I may be slightly narcissistic.
I will end on the highlight of my week: Someone searched “90210” and “Dylan” and found my blog. I am not sure if it was part of a search bomb experiment, but I hope it wasn’t because if people are looking for 90210 and Dylan, they should really find me.