
Goals are important to us. We make resolutions, hire life coaches, jot plans in planners and on calendars. Most of us set goals and want to achieve them.
I’ve had many goals throughout my life, some small and some big. I’ve wanted to run certain distances in certain times, win various awards, see people and places and things. If a goal I set is within my power, I usually accomplish it.
But lately I find myself having to revise my goals. Some of you know I have a new daughter. She’s five months old, and she doesn’t care if I write 10 pages a day or 25 a week or even if I get to go to the bathroom. She just wants to eat and play and nap (sometimes) and you wouldn’t believe how much time all of that takes or how exhausting it is.
Or maybe you already knew that and now you’re smiling indulgently at me.
But I’m not altogether clueless. I’ve tried to adjust. I’ve tried to make more reasonable goals, goals I don’t have to kill myself to accomplish. But there are still some days when even a little goal like writing 2 pages just isn’t going to happen. I try and try and at some point I have to let it go and hope for a better day tomorrow.
So what then? My first reaction is depression. I feel like a failure. I didn’t accomplish ANYTHING I wanted. But that’s not really true, is it? I played with my daughter, spent time with my husband, paid the men who cut down the tree about to fall on the garage (but that’s another blog). But these don’t seem to matter if my to-do list is still sitting there with so many things unchecked.
So I guess I’m appealing to you, dear readers. Maybe some of you are Type As like me and can give me some hints on how to deal. Or maybe you know how I really can become Superwoman….





















































