There are any number of things I'd like to accomplish this year but resolutions don't seem to work, so I think the small goal routine is more in order.
- Move into the shop with R.
- Solidify my job for the long run.
- Be fit.
- Pay off/down debts.
- Make more jewelry, and sell it.
- Get the catboat together.
- Visit home.
- Do more fun stuff with R.
- Do more fun stuff with the dogs.
- Get more of my power squadron classes done.
Some of those are truly quantifiable, or could be made to do so... Some are more, what, touchy feely. For example, "be fit" could mean, oh, lose one million pounds, or gain muscle, or do a triathlon, or something. I haven't decided what for that topic, but not for a lack of noodling on the it. Create healthy habits? And how do you quantify that a thing is a habit? That you generally always do it?
Quantifying that you paid down debts isn't so hard. I could measure my debt today and again later and say, yes, the X of today and the Y of tomorrow have this relationship: X > Y.
More fun stuff with R and the dogs... I can't quantify where I am with that now... but I do want to make an effort.
Moving into the shop with R involves more than my time, so it can't happen at the rate I'd like for it to, but it's at least quantifiable. I made pretty much no jewelry last year, so anything is an improvement over that. Unfortunately, it's a bit at odds with paying down debt, so I'll have to be a better seller.
Getting the catboat together involves more than myself, since it involves our paint room and R and his tools and expertise. But maybe if I can work on breaking the project up into small goals we' 'll get somewhere. But, get moved in first. Then my boat will be way easier to work on.
Visit home: like I've always said, you can take the girl out of Texas but you can't take the Texas out of the girl. I miss home, and my parents, my best friend, our boat, and Galveston, and the food, and the Sun. That way it shines and warms you to the bones. I miss having a tan and lighter hair and a need to wear shorts and, and, and. I mind Oregon less and less and enjoy the month or two of normal weather during the summer, but, I do miss home. Now that I have a normal sleep schedule the storms keep me awake and edgy, and there's so little thunder and lightning. Let's face it, a good thunderstorm is downright cathartic. The rain here is so... constant. If the split between the good weather and bad weather months was more 50/50, maybe that wouldn't make me so homesick. But, here we are.
Last year wasn't a bad year. There were some surprises, some challenges, some disappointments. But overall, I'm thankful for the changes it brought. I loved my time with OWSA and I miss it. I love that I am involved with boats and fishing vessels more. I love that I'm being challenged and asked to learn in the job I found. I love that I'm near my husband and can sneak more moments with him. I loved our attempts to get away. And the fishing trips were pretty exciting. I always enjoy doing new and different things with him. College forced us to be so adaptive in some ways that it's nice to stretch the adaptive muscles and go experience life.
Highlights: telling new ex-coworkers I'd be just fine, and trying to make a graceful exit in a disgraceful situation. Whether I pulled it off, I was proud of myself for not saying every thing I'd ever dreamed of saying in that situation. The boat trip the next day, steering that huge Hans into grey confused seas on the bar. Did R know I needed a good bash into weather for some catharsis? I suppose so, and silently thank him for not reclaiming the helm. The next boat trip: being told to pick R up at the marina to get him back to his truck, and instead getting picked up for a sunset cruise with 900 hp. Seeing my family in St. Louis. I'm in love with my nephew! The crabpot tree lighting in Ilwaco: the weather was horrid but I enjoyed tromping around with R. And further back, my birthday boat ride/sea trial, and our vacation in March. OWSA classes, USPS classes. Including that nefarious fuel incident on a certain surveyors boat during Cool Maneuvers that necessitated an awesome assist from Captain Ron. Outings with on the club boats with my OWSA girls and docking practice. I was so nervous! And a million small quiet moments, watching my little family: Chloe snoozing innocently, Captain doodling in the yard or staring out at his kingdom. R engaged in some physical or mental combat with some boaty matter.
But I'll never get anywhere with this year if I keep focusing on last year. So, off I go!
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