- B: In word, deed, and thought, work on being softer & more gentle with my daughter.
- Self: Work to receive invitations into people's space, not take them; invite them into mine, not demand it. I want and need to know my presents and my presence are actually desired, not merely tolerated. (But do it without losing the hutzpah that is me -- Dial it down, not gone!)
- Self: Try to shift the focus of some of my need to give to others outwards towards people I do not know and balanced more evenly among all those I love instead of innundating those I care the most about & need the most from.
- Work: Plan my work rather than letting work plan my life... and do it so that my goals are successfully met before they are due.
- Entertaining: Cook a real meal at home 1x per month, invite someone(s) to share.
- Yoga: 1 hour w/ a teacher at minimum once per month. 20 min sessions at least 3x per week.
- Music: 20 min at least 3x per week at home. Investigate options re: vocal/instrumental groups/sessions/lessons etc.
- Family: Dedicated one-on-one time with B, 20 min at least 4x per week. Activity/outing with extended family at least 1x per month (kid focus).
- Theatre: Attend 4+ performances. Take B to at least one.
- Love: Live it.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, \ Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit \ Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, \ Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. ~~71, Rubainat of Omar Khannam
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
2006 Goals / Resolutions / Things to Strive For
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