I didn't feel like starting the new year on the first. It came with to many expectations. Every one of them was in my own mind but that didn't keep them from weighing me down. So I rebelled. I let the new year begin without a set list of goals. I had some in mind, but nothing concrete. I celebrated the new year but I shut off my inner deadline. Who says that everything you want to accomplish in a year has to be figured out and begun on a certain day? Goals are important in accomplishing anything and I have some big dreams but I don't want goals just for goals sake. I only want ones that help me reach my destination, not ones that sound good but end up adding stress.
After much thought I found my one goal for this year. One. Everything I want to accomplish fits under it.
My goal for 2014 is to live intentionally.
That means taking my time captive and putting it where it counts. I know me. I'm a list maker, a goal setter. There will be other goals but they don't have to be made this week, or even this month. They will be made when I know what they should be. Oh, and in case you're wondering, a great many of them will be writing related :)