A few years ago, my pastor spoke about how new year’s resolutions were a bad idea. I fidgeted uncomfortably in my chair beside my husband, who was already looking at me with a knowing smile. After all, if anyone knew about the copious lists that I keep, it was him. New year’s resolutions, listed out on the first page of a notebook, with check boxes beside them. Quarterly breakdowns. Monthly breakdowns. Weekly breakdowns. I’m a bit list-obsessed.
Now it turns out the pastor was talking about “I’m gonna lose some weight this year” kind of resolutions. The ones that lack all the things a goal is supposed to be. For review, here’s what makes a goal SMART (source):
So, years later, I’m making my tenth list of new year’s resolutions, which are honestly just plain old regular goals.
In the past, my goals have ranged from incredibly easy to improbable. They’ve been exactly what I hoped to achieve. They’ve helped me realize things I didn’t actually want (like being able to run a mile. I’m sure I could. Just find yourself a wild bear and we can find out.). I’ve felt incredible to check off goals I didn’t think were possible (having a certain amount in savings while still in college. Getting a job with benefits my first year out of college.). Besides helping me actually accomplish things, my goals have helped me learn about myself.
2014 is another uncertain year for me. I have six more months, give or take a few weeks, before I become a mother. Right now, I’m at the whim of my desire to sleep 12 hours a day and my inability to eat. Come June, I will be at the whim of a newborn, probably freaking out about how I’m suddenly responsible for another human being. In the meantime, there is still a lot that I want to accomplish.
Since I’m at such a transition point in my life right now, many of my resolutions for 2014 are about finishing things. Some of them are trivial things, like making a list of half-used items (coloring books, lotions, etc.) that I want to finish using. Some could be life changing, like finishing my novel and beginning to query it. All of them will, I think, in some small way, make me feel like I’m more prepared to start something as strange and new as motherhood.