This Year: 2015
This Year: 2015
By Renee Bodkin
Resolutions are a fantastic concept. Really, they are. But I am now a realist, I used to be an optimist — don’t get me wrong, I still see the glass as half full but I know that in just a second of time someone can take a sip from that glass and it’s empty — both literally and figuratively. *sigh* Reality happens.
So… instead of resolutions. I have goals. Long term. Short term. Some that are clear cut, some that are all over the place. Some I write a “ticket” for because they are *that* important. Ticket, you ask?? It’s a Wood Badge thing. Wood Badge is a Boy Scout thing.
Hey… that’s a good blog idea. Where can I keep blog ideas, a running list of ideas of things to write about per se?? Oh my gosh, I am so unfocused. I have so much potential to get off track because my brain always takes side-turns and veers off the path and off onto something different. ADHD? I’m not. But sometimes I surely feel it.
So anyways… to make a long story (or blog post) short, a ticket is a written commitment to complete a set of small goals to fulfill a larger goal. So yes, goals. I make them. I saw these 2 “images” on Pinterest (I have a thing with Pinterest, like… I love it.)
Hey… there’s another good blog idea. Things I love. Things that make me smile. Write this stuff down already, Renee!!
So anyways… back to the images. I wanted to share with you. Me sharing these images is ME writing my goals down. At least here on my blog. Me sharing my goals — which from what I’ve read you have a greater chance of fulfilling your goals if you #1 – write them down and #2 – share them. There you go. So here is me sharing.
This is so accurate I felt it was worthy of being my “list of goals”. And… ironically… this —-
Why? You ask… because I thought this was funny.
Little secret — I *sometimes* swear. And my goal to “Break a Bad Habit” is to stop swearing.
But… anyways… there’s a funny story where I was so amazed that I saw a fox trotting down the Robert Moses Parkway next to my house that I said (and yes it’s in ALL CAPS for a reason),
“THERE’S A MOTHER-FUCKING FOX!!!!!”
And… hubby found this beyond funny that my vocabulary was so “strong”. He was so amused that he told a friend of ours (whom I’ve never heard swear and I probably wouldn’t swear when speaking to him). So… now it’s a running joke. Me and the *mother-fucking-fox*. *sigh* Shh… don’t judge though. This mom, teacher, Scouter, leader, catechist… swears. But I’m working on it. Really… I am.
Until tomorrow…
Renée Bodkin
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