Tips from a serial goal setter


Hurray!  We made it through another year – full of ups and downs and resolutions long forgotten.  What happened in 2011, stays in 2011,, right? But a brand new year has arrived and we have another chance to get it right.


Some wackos say it’s now or never since the Mayan Calendar mysteriously ends on December 21, 2012.  They’ve been telling us that the world as we know it will also end on that day.

That theory has more holes than Swiss cheese, and I wouldn’t go out and spend my 401K simply because some tribal calendar writer got tired and quit his job.

For me, the new year starts tomorrow – never on New Years day.  There are too many Christmas leftovers hanging around in the fridge to begin eating healthy which is always at the top of my exhaustive list of New Years intentions. 

And thank goodness the gym is closed today.  I have one more day to practice my favorite hobby – hanging out comatose in front of the television set.

Other than being a healthier, happier person I plan to do the following this year:  Go out to the community college and study how to become a plumber. I wish I had done that in the beginning instead of studying journalism. It would be far more lucrative to be a sorry plumber instead of  an undisciplined writer. 

After I master plumbing, I plan to study and become fluent in French, write a screen play and sell it to Hollywood, try out for cheerleader to the New Orleans Saints and dive the Great Barrier Reef. If I survive those intentions, I will learn to fly and build myself an airplane. 

Oh, yes.  And after another Christmas dinner featuring dishes which were either overcooked or undercooked, my family is paying for me to enroll in a cooking school.

On second thought, I’ve learned that a long list of resolutions is a sure path to failure. There’s a reason you see stories every February about how most people have already forgotten their resolutions by Valentines Day.   

I read that doing one small thing right causes 1,000 other little things to fall into place because of it.  So this year I am focusing one thing at a time which is going to be fitness. In fact, I’m  dubbing 2012 the Year of the War on Lethargy. 

I’ve been spending way too much time in my easy chair with a murder mystery and a bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.  All that lolling about has caused my jeans to shrink a full two sizes.   What’s that about?

I’m also going to begin acting my age.  Every time I realize I’m not 16 anymore, I’m surprised.

So for all you goal setters out there, I wish you a Happy New Year, and that all your troubles last as long as your new year’s resolutions.

9 thoughts on “Tips from a serial goal setter

  1. Emily, I find that since I’ve reached someone else’s age, I can’t do or eat as much as I could when I was my age. My resolution is singular and very similar to yours.

  2. Dear Emily: I have just moved closer to home after a long 6 years of being away. A friend saved a few newspapers for me to catch up on local news. I found your story “My home is also my hobby” and just wanted to say how much I enjoyed your sense of humor. It’s refreshing to laugh with someone who is honest about their imprefections and who has the good sense to enjoy the moment while it last. I look forward to reading more of your writting and wish I had known you for the last 6 years.
    Sincerely, Paulette

  3. No, we didn’t go to school together nor am I from the West Point, I’m just a good ole (not old, lol) girl from Delacroix Island. I grew up in the same era as you and love reading your Archives. I’ve laughted and cried while reading them and though we haven’t met I’m sure we would have been great friends. Who knows what the future may bring, maybe one day we will meet.
    Till then your newest fan,

  4. So where is Delalcroix Island? Love that name – yes, if you take the time to read my inklings, we may be destined to become fast friends!

  5. Delacroix Island is in St. Bernard Parish, La. I was born and raised there and at that time everyone was either related or knew your first name and of course your parents. It was a small fishing village 3 miles long and when you got to the end of the road there was a sign “END OF THE WORLD”. It was a wonderful place to grow up, safe and very laid back.

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