Goal, No, Make that GLEE SETTING

It’s that time of the year again. Time to make goals. *sigh*


I’m talking about setting life goals, the things you want to do in the next year, five years, ten years, whatever. Resolutions. *Oy!*

If you Google “goal setting,” you’ll get 62,500,000 hits in .21 seconds. That’s sixty two MILLION places to read about some part of goal setting, and getting there in less than a second. W-H-O-A!

There are all kinds of helps out there–videos you can listen to, songs you can tap your toe to, and tons (!) of suggestions, helps, templates, and rules for setting goals.

So what do I have to say on the subject that someone else hasn’t said over and over again?

Absolutely nothin’! (Say it again.)

Yep, nothin’. The truth is, I’ve found that setting rigid goals isn’t right for me. If I get too specific about them (write 3,000 words a day, 200 by 6:00 am, another 200 by 8:00 am, etc) I’ll go on strike.

I don’t mean my brain will quit and start picketing or anything. What happens is my stomach hurts when I think about whatever it is that goal is set about, so I don’t think about it. (Yep, I’m weird. Don’t let anybody tell you different.)

I’ve learned over the years not to get too controlling with my goals. (One year I called them suggestions, but it didn’t help much.)

Trouble is, if you don’t set goals, you’ll never know when you reached them. What’s a person to do?


Well, how about making them fun? For instance, I really enjoy Greer Garson movies. (I told my husband once that if we had a baby girl, I’d name her Greer. I think he was glad we were past the baby making time in our lives.)


In fact, I’ve never seen her in a movie I didn’t like. Why  not set a goal to see every movie Greer Garson ever made? I might do that, but it’s not really going to do me a lot of good to achieve that goal since I’m not a movie critic or film maker.

I might just keep that goal, but only because it’s FUN. Something I want to do because I want to do it. What’s that got to making goals that’ll work for me?

If my goal is something I think is fun, something I love doing or something I’m passionate about, then I’m absolutely going to keep it.

I could make a goal that says, “Grind out three (hard-to-write as well as boring for me) books this year” or words that’ll make me feel that. If I do, I can pretty much guarantee you, I won’t reach it.

But if my goal says, “Write three fun books involving engaging, delightful characters I love spending time with as well as plots that keep me humming from the start to the very end,” I might just do it. 🙂

So for me, attainable goals are ones I enjoy. I might even write something about what Heaven on earth would look like for me. “Wake up each morning with a smile, overjoyed to get back to the story bubbling inside me, anxious to spend fun time with my Savior, my family and my friends, and dance off to work each day where I accomplish meaningful, enjoyable tasks and earn a fair wage–not necessarily in that order.”

My goals would come from that. But I probably won’t call them goals. I’ll be more likely to get where I want to go if I call them something else like, GAMES, PLAYTIME, JOY or GLEE.

This year, instead of making a list 1, 2, 3 . . .  I could print out the words in large pretty letters and pin them, helter-skelter, on my corkboard.

Some of the fun things I want to do this year? Take a photography class. Start the Christian House series sitting in my brain. Find a fun and painless way to write a synopsis. (Is there any such thing? If so, please LET ME KNOW!) Be a beach peach for a week.

What fun things do you imagine doing this next year?

Are you a strict, list making goal setter or a lazy  laid-back free spirit glee setter?

Just asking.


Slow As

One of my favorite movies this time of year is A CHRISTMAS CAROL. As most of you know, Charles Dickens wrote the story. I happen to have the story–novelette– and almost all the movie versions. The one I prefer is the 1938, probably because we saw it every year in school as well as at home.

A game played at Fred’s house was Simile. My sister and I would occasionally play, and we do now.We tend to make up obtuse references instead of clichés.

Here are a few: Slow as the check-out line at Wal-Mart on Black Friday.

Creaky as my joints on a winter morning. Most houses are warmer than mine as Don delights in keeping the house between 60 – 65.

Frosty as my smile when I’m really really ticked off.

Happy as . . .

You Can’t Win…

if you don’t play the game.

Meg here–AGAIN. Didn’t mean to post twice–old age and not having  Internet for an entire day! I was whining to TS/WS Marilyn the other day about my lack of getting things out for submission when she reminded me of the above saying. For me right now, writing isn’t my top priority. I tend to put everyone and everything before it.  Until I start taking myself seriously. . . yeah, I know, I know.   I can’t play the game with a blank page.

So why is it so easy for me to blog, email or post? Because there’s no pressure. No rejection–maybe some flaming. 🙂

Even though this year is almost over, and winter starts my SADD season, I am determined to hit the reset button on my writing.