In Malcolm Gladwell’s The Tipping Point he looks behind the big changes to find they began with many small steps. Some by quite a few people who meet at a certain point to create something amazing.
This year, with pandemic uncertainty, how can we possibly plan for the year?
I decided to set big dreams aside, and focus on small steps that walk towards dreams. The dreams are big, but in reality they might not happen this year, but they will happen.
In the meantime, I’ll walk towards them. My word for this year is two “Small Steps”.
How’s your goal setting going?
Books I’ve read in January towards my 52 Books in 2022 Goal (I just need to work on which category they come under):
Go Tell The Bees That I Am Gone – Diana Gabaldon (began in December, completed January) The Relaxed Author – Joanna Penn Treasure Island – Robert Louis Stevenson Breath, The new Science Of A Lost Art – James Nestor Financial Freedom – Grant Sabatier Home Truths – Susan Lewis Educated – Tara Westover (I’m not going to do well in the 52 books challenge if I keep repeating the same one!).
I have my listening speed set anywhere from 1.25x to 1.40x the normal speed. Yes, the books I read are audio. I listen when driving, doing housework, gardening and walking. My eyes aren’t what they were and by the time I’ve written for two to three hours, they’ve done their dash on printed word.
Chilled out and relaxed. Stretched and challenged. Books read. Days sitting in the sun. Tanned and burnt bodies. Sand between the toes. And one little dog with separation anxiety.
The excitement and thrill of going away on holiday is beginning to fade as thoughts of returning home begin to surface.
I’m luckier than most. I take my home on holiday with me because I live in my motorhome. But for two weeks I’ve been able to travel and explore with new friends Sharon and Adrienne. Two years ago we didn’t know each other.
What we have in common is a love of travel, and travel in motorhomes in particular. We each have our own motorhome and fix our own meals (or go out). We plan our tomorrow over a few wines.
We’ve had lots of laughs and a few honest tears. And in two days time we will go our separate ways again. But we’ll meet up again at the end of January. It turns out we’re all going to the same festival.
It’s so cool when begin a new friendship and find out what you have in common.
Writing I took a break for a couple of days from writing, but the new year has begun with a new book. I rolled over in that half sleep, half wake state, to hold my I hubby’s hand as we used to do in the night when we lay and listened to the surf. He’d passed away in July 2020. And I realised a small book needed to be written.
Background Photo The end of State Highway 67 is at the Kohaihai DOC Camp. The start/end of the Heaphy Track. Home of a pretty lagoon and beach with rolling sea.
“The bad news is time flies. The good news is you’re the pilot” – Michael Altshuler
The end of year is looming at break kneck speed. Smell the roses? Put up a Christmas tree? Hurrying past the people in our lives, all but yelling “get out of my way”. Don’t these people know how busy we are?
Once it was important to make time for family and friends. Not to rush to the next place. The next job. The next…whatever has our attention.
At the start of each year, do you set goals? Possible covering all the important areas of life:
Career and business Finances Education Relationships Health and fitness Personal growth Spiritual growth
When was the last time these were reviewed? How are these goals tracking?
What if we squeezed ten minutes to take a look, now.
Celebrate the wins.
What if the order of these goals were reversed?
My goals have been partially realised, but I’ve been wondering what the outcome would have been if I’d begun with spirituality, personal growth etc.
A long time ago, we decided to get ready for Christmas a week early. And go camping. Hardly anyone else was wherever we went. They were jostling shoulders with the maddening crowds while we soaked in the sun, read a book, played board games and splashed in the water, enjoy a campfire. Carefree. No hustle. No hassle. We returned home relaxed and ready to enjoy Christmas and our Christmas traditions.
Take time to chill out and celebrate this year’s wins. Its been a tough one very few people would have known to plan for. That makes all you have achieved special.
Moved into my new home on wheels and I am Loving it. Thank you Karon and the team at RV Supercenter, Christchurch
Its been a stressful week getting it sorted and I keep reminding myself how fortunate I am. It will seem so easy when viewd in a tear from now.
I haven’t been getting many words written, and keep going off on a tangent. My mind wouldn’t settle. It was most likely stress. Or, was I allowing myself an excuse to procrastinate?
My dear friends Gerard and Femmy, I’m so grateful for your hospitality while I was homeless. Even havong to share your company with an Irishman turned out to be fun. He happened to be on his way from a MMM project in the top of the south to Karitane near the bottom of the south.
MMM refurbish and help maintain Christian churches, camps and schools. Check them out on mmm dot org if your interested in volunteering your skills, or seeking their help.
A group of motorhome Babes are getting together tomorrow to plan a North Island tour. How awesome is that? Yep, I’m going. We’re departing the South Island the last weekend in January ’22.
And finally, we’re down to the truth. I’m settling in to the daily routine in a different way. Cracked my daily goal of 1500 words but didn’t reach my catch up goal of 5k. I’ll keep chipping away at it. There’s two sides to every story. I realised I needed to include the other side. It’s been an interesting insight.
Sleep deprivation and PTSD have both made very interesting research.
“Don’t just plan to write — write. It is only by writing, not dreaming about it, that we develop our own style.” — PD James
Nanowrimo: Day 10 Writing, writing, writing. Time to revise goals? Yes. Thank you Black Wolf Editor for your wise insight. I write six days a week. Its been my habit for four years. But this year’s Nanowrimo I’ve put unnecessary pressure on myself. Not helpful. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it. If its not working, find out why. Then write. Don’t just plan to write — write.
Quietly, in the background there’s been something very special happening, that I’ve been privileged to be a (small) part of. Obstacles have been overcome and just maybe in time for Christmas…
The background photo – is part of the very special project.
“Begin each day from the last sentence you wrote the preceding day. This prevents those cringing feelings, and means that you have a substantial body of work before you get down to the real work which is all in editing.” — Will Self
Nanowrimo: Day 6 Keeping the momentum going. And today there’s a bonus. A wedding. A real live, real life one. And it was beautiful and heartfelt and joyful. Ah, the romantic in me sighs.
The background photo – a pretty rhododendron while on our walk.