Posts Tagged: writing goals
Happy New Year! The start of 2014 is the perfect time to re-assess one’s goals, evaluate what worked well in 2013, and figure out what happens next. Throw in a polar vortex, which is socking most of the U.S. in a deep freeze that hasn’t been seen in two decades, and there’s even more opportunity…
It’s ROW80 check-in time! In the Owen household this week, we’re celebrating not only goals semi-fulfilled, but the successful navigation of killer allergies, Friday the 13th, and tax preparation. I can’t say I suffered through the tax preparation end of things; I was spectator/sympathetic ear/sandwich preparer for He-Who-Braves-the-1040. In other words, my spectacular hubby, Paul. So,…
Hi, all, it’s time for the ROW80 check-in! I suspect I’m not the only one putting out a post a bit later today, given that we’re all pretending it’s an hour later than it actually is (except for the sane folks in Arizona and Hawaii, who aren’t daylight-starved the way the rest of us are).…
Hi, all, it’s time for the ROW80 check-in! I’m really excited about this one, because I actually have progress to share. So, let’s get to it: My goals: 1. Check-ins on Sundays. Done! 2. Blog posts on Tues/Fri schedule. I posted on Tuesday about How to celebrate Mardi Gras in front of your computer, which…
Hi, y’all ROW80-ers! Still 2 hrs before the end of Sunday at this end of the American continent, so I still got my post in, right? Many of you know that my youngest (11 yrs old) had surgery on Thursday at Children’s Hospital for a congenital abnormality in his kidney, which we had just learned…
Woot! It’s my first ROW80 check in ever! It’s my first ROW80 FAIL ever! 🙁 The first day the kids were back to school last week, I woke up sick. One of those upper-respiratory things, where you’re head is full of gunk, raging headache, the works. Since then, it’s moved to my chest, which for…
I have a little confession to make: I was a ROW80 “silent stalker” for a good bit of 2011. The signs were unmistakable – blog visits to ROWers’ sites, the wistful sighs as I saw them cheer each other on over successes, and encourage one another over goals not met…and – ooh – the goal-envy. Wow,…
