Failure (and Hope)


New Year’s has always been one of my favorite holidays. Growing up, we’d get together with family and the men would watch some dumb action movie while the rest of us played games. At 11:50 we’d all crowd around the TV to watch Dick Clark count down to midnight. When the ball dropped, the adults would kiss, the kids would drink sparkling grape juice, and I would sit there thinking about all the exciting possibilities.

Now that I’ve grown up and moved away, my traditions have changed. My goal-oriented self has come to love crafting resolutions and making them happen.

I did that last year. I set 10 resolutions. But I failed. Miserably. That doesn’t usually happen. Of the ten goals I set for myself, I achieved two of them—and only kinda.

I did “run” a 5k. When I made that goal, it was implied that I would run the whole thing. My 5k was on November 29, and I did not run the whole thing. I did want to do it in 45 minutes, and with my sister running faster just ahead of me, I managed to do it in 42:16. Not too bad.


And I did read a lot of books. My goal was 24, and I think I ended up somewhere around 22.5. Not what I was shooting for, but pretty darn close. And the three “classics” I wanted to read? I started Les Miserables and read about 30 pages. I never even picked up the other two.

I’m just going to pretend the other goals didn’t exist, okay? It was that bad. (If you must know what they were, go back and read last year’s post.)

But it’s a new year, right? I’m going to try again. This time I’m setting fewer goals (three!) and I’m going to make them a little more challenging. Want to know what they are?

Check back in a few days :)

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