2016 Reading Goals

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Goals, by definition are the object of a person's ambition or effort; an aim or desired result.

Historically in my life, I’ve shied away from goals. I haven’t really worked out all of the whys to that yet, but I think part of it is that Atychiphobia thing.

Usually, I don’t set goals because I tend to do something to throw a monkey wrench in my own ideas. I aim for something, and then, when something happens to distract me from that (I have a 3-year-old and a 1-year-old…regular distractions are inevitable for me), I freak out and pretend I never had a goal to begin with. Rather than make more of an effort towards my ambitions, I shrink back and ultimately quit.

Now while sometimes compromise is a good thing because I set myself crazy goals like, I’m going to read a book a day this year (!), maybe I could run a marathon in a month (1 month after having a baby), I’m not going to cut my hair for a year (if you know me at all, you know this very nearly impossible…I’m a sucker for an a-line or pixie cut), or I’m going to stop eating sugar (hah!). You get the picture.

First off, I’m discovering I need to set realistic goals. Weird. And secondly, I need to push myself to make those results happen. Failure is a thing, absolutely. I’m going to set goals, even realistic ones that I will fall short of.

That being said, I have decided that falling short of my ambitions will not be due to a lack of effort on my part. Or a lack of setting goals entirely, which I am so very guilty of.

When I looked up the definition of goal on the interwebs, I immediately saw the definition I pasted above. Then my eye was drawn down to another definition.

The destination of a journey.

I really like the idea that our goals can be a journey in and of themselves. Like, my more realistic goal of going to the gym to lift weights twice a week. I definitely don’t do it every week, but the weeks I do go I feel so proud of myself. Now that I’ve been lifting for a little while, when I don’t go I find that I miss it. I’m different than I used to be because I never used to miss going to the gym.

OR my other more realistic, and on topic, goal of reading 52 books this year.

(That’s a book per week if you didn’t catch that.)

Now, I’m already behind a little because over the course of February and March I think I started 5 books but only finished one. However, this month I have finished three books, which I’ve read in the last two weeks. I’m going to try to pick up an extra book here or there to try to catch myself up. I think I can, I think I can!

Anywho, this reminds me of something else I decided on. I’m going to be writing a recap at the end of each month of the books I’ve read. I’m going to give you a few high-points, or low points depending on the book, about each one and then share whether I recommend them to you. Because, let’s face it, you’re totally here for my opinion on all matters books. Yes? Unless you’re my family, then you’re here because you love me. My family gets more than enough of my opinion in real life, so they get brownie points for being here. (Wave. Hi guys!)

And I digress…Where was I? Oh, right!

Goals. Ambitions. Intentions. Targets. Destinations. Missions. Whatever you want to call them (P.S. I’m addicted to the thesaurus).

Set your goals. Aim towards those ambitions. Conquer those intentions. Hit your target. Get to your destinations. Accomplish your missions.

And after you make those happen, set new ones! My goal for 2016 is to set more goals, and accomplish them!

Anybody else like me have unrealistic goals? How have you learned to set yourself realistic ones? What are some goals you have for this year?