The last few weeks of each year, I spend time in my head, exploring what I want to see happen during the coming year, and setting my intentions to make those dreams reality. It’s not a resolution as much as it is being the captain of my own canoe. I don’t want to let life “happen” to me, I want to be the one to make it happen. That takes clarity, focus, and discipline, three things I could definitely use a bit more of. With the necessary head-space, I was able to set some goals for 2019 that I believe are achievable, and well-worth my time.
- Lose 20 lbs – I’m throwing this one out there first because, to be honest, it’s the one I’m least concerned about. I’m not trying to become svelte, but just lose enough weight that I’m no longer in an overweight BMI. This is health, not vanity. I’ll still be a fluffy-fluffkin, but hell if I won’t still be fabulous.
- Finish the rough draft of Uprooted – There’s an update coming soon about my progress with my novel, and I’ll go into more detail then, but I would like to see Uprooted as a complete, albeit imperfect, story before 2020.
- Finish three semesters of college with straight As – I was so proud of my 4.0 GPA at my last school that it was a bitter pill to swallow when I had a 1.5 waiting for me at Kent. I won’t lie, it crossed my mind to go to a completely different school to avoid being haunted by my failures from when I was young, but rather than run from it, I’m running into it, ready to tackle my courses and show them that Nicole Ford Thomas is like cheese, wine, and pizza–I get better with age. If I can get As in my first four classes back, they will be much more likely to approve my request to expunge my Ds and Fs from my first attempt at college. My hope is to get my GPA high enough that I can, once again, become a competitor for scholarships. I’ll never have another 4.0, but I’m game for working my butt off to get as close as I possibly can.
- Write 52 short stories – Whoa, right? That’s a big one, but Ray Bradbury was on to something when he said “Write a short story every week. It’s not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row.” Short stories have always been my preferred storytelling medium. I’m a much better sprinter than marathoner, and it shows in my writing. While I’m working on my novel, I want to keep one eye on my short stories, and to return to submitting them to literary magazines.
Whew, that feels like a huge list, but slow and steady, I’ll bring these goals into reality. The key is to break them up into smaller chunks, and chip away at them over time. I’ve got this.