Happy 2018!

2018 Goals (Plus a Recap of 2017)

2018 Goals

Happy New Year! I don’t know about you, but by the time the new year rolls around, I’m ready for it. All of the glittery, pine-needle-y Christmas decor aside, the cream cheese in everything and the copious amounts of pork products that I consume every year between the month of November and December, by the time January 1 is here, I’m ready to start anew.


I’ve been thinking a lot about goals. Somehow, I spent the first 42 years of my life not really setting goals. This is not to say that I was a slacker, but it just never occurred to me to actively work toward something. I’ve been a bit of a “fly by the seat of my pants,” gal for as long as I can remember. Just this past year, I started setting goals. Some, admittedly so, were a touch too lofty so then I figured out how to set more realistic, attainable goals and that has carried me through the past year. In fact, every Sunday, I sit down and write out weekly goals for myself. These goals often look like this:

–Clean out one drawer

–Make doctor’s appointment

–sweep bathroom

–write 3 articles a day


By making my goals bite-sized, I’m able to get them done and they keep me on task.

So, with all of this goal-thinking that I’ve been doing, I decided to go back and revisit my 2017 goals that I posted here last year. Turns out? I accomplished most of them and am building upon those successes as I work on my 2018 goals.

In 2017 I dropped the ball on this blog completely, but it was for good reason. You see, late in 2016, I decided that I wanted to write more and then in May of 2017–low and behold–I took on a job that requires me to write a whole bunch. I’m currently a staff writer for a successful website and magazine and am managing advertising accounts for about half a dozen or so clients–writing sponsored pieces for them. It has been completely overwhelming and delightful and I’ve found my rhythm and I’m getting it done and it’s mine–all mine and I’m proud of my work–and, I’ve gotten to meet some cool people and do some interesting stuff. I even did a Grape Stomp at a winery. Who’d’ve thunk, that a non-drinker would end up doing something like this?

Grape Stomp

In 2018, I’m hopeful that I can pick up the ball on this blog and post here with more frequency. At the end of the day, I’m completely out of words to say but when I take the time to sit here and write, it comes so easy. This is such a casual way to write–different from my other writing–and it’s really effortless when I just take the time to do it. And, in 2018, I’m going to take the time to do it again.

Camp Gladiator

One of my personal goals for 2017 was to get into a workout schedule again. It took me awhile to find what I was looking for, but in September of 2017, I tried Camp Gladiator and fell hard for it. It’s the perfect fit for me. I use that one hour, several days a week to disconnect from the emails awaiting me, the grocery shopping that needs to be done and the chatter in my head and just focus on moving. I love it so much that I’m sending Kevin to “camp” for the month of January with me. I hope he loves it as much as I do.

I failed miserably on one of my family goals for 2017, which was to get my kids to eat better. They’re just horrible eaters and I’ve thrown wooden spoons and flounced off to my bedroom in tears more times than I can count in 2017 when they wouldn’t eat something that I was just sure would finally be the magical thing that they’d like and was healthy. I’m not going to lie: I don’t even think I’m going to make this a goal again in 2018, because I’m just setting myself up for failure (and a severe “Mommy Dearest” moment on the regular).

BUT! Another goal in 2017 was to find a church and we did! So, a goal for 2018 is for me to get more involved in our church. After almost a year of going regularly, I’ve managed to fly just under the radar for the most part (while, Kevin actually joined the band at church and is up to his eyeballs in church involvement right now) but this is the year that I’m joining a committee or two and reaching out a bit more to make connections.

Santa Fe

Another goal for 2017 was to go away with Kevin once a year and in November of 2017 we went to Santa Fe and had a delightful time. This was our first long road trip to take together in 20 years of being in a relationship. It was fun and refreshing to realize that I still really like this person.

I had some cleaning goals for 2017 that I did pretty decently on. This year, I established a few routines that really helped keep things in control around here. The main one that’s worked well for me is with laundry. On Mondays, I do Jack’s laundry–no matter how much or how little he has in his dirty clothes basket. On Tuesdays, it’s Anna’s laundry day. On Wednesdays, I strip all beds and wash the sheets and towels. Thursdays are for mine and Kevin’s clothes and Fridays are for whatever else needs to be washed (blankets from our couches, kitchen towels, etc). This method keeps it all very much on schedule and no one is complaining that they’ve run out of clean underwear.

In 2018 I do want to get my nutrition back in check. I’ve never felt better than when I cut out dairy and I feel like that’s in order again–especially after all of the aforementioned cream cheese consumption over the past month or so. So, cutting out dairy (exception: queso occasionally) is my main focus but also limiting sugar and just generally not treating my mouth like a rubbish bin.

One last goal for 2018 is to cultivate deeper relationships. I’ve met a few people in the past couple of years who are “my people.” I’m going to focus more on nurturing those friendships and seeking out similar ones. I’m thinking of instituting a regular coffee meet-up. Just putting it on the calendar one day a month with the premise that no one shall clean their homes or do anything special to prepare for this event. Hopefully I can pull this off.

It’s good to be back. I’m hopeful that 2018 will be a year that I spend more time sharing things here. I’d love to hear any ideas for topics that you’d be interested in reading as well.

Happy 2018!
Sparkling apple cider for all


Happy 2018!

Oh, hi…

Remember me?

I’ve been noticeably (maybe?) absent for a few weeks around here. Let me tell you what’s going on:

This time last year, I decided that I wanted to write more. I wanted to share my story in the hopes that I could make a change in others’ lives.

Life in 3 acts

So, I did and it consumed me and I wrote and I wrote and I wrote. Then, I found other writing opportunities presenting themselves to me, so I wrote and I wrote some more. Then, I had another pretty large opportunity presented that I’ve taken on and now I’m up to my eyeballs in story ideas, leads, deadlines and writing. It’s wonderful (and exhausting) and everything that I never knew could happen in just a year’s time.

I feel like I’m juggling several different balls right now–some days they’re all aloft and some days, they’re just not. As a result, this blog has taken the last spot in my line-up of responsibilities. I have some ideas though and will be here off and on…just probably not with the regularity that I used to be.

I’m still active on Instagram so please follow me over there. You can also subscribe to my blog so that you’ll know when I post something.

In the meantime, hang in there because I still have stuff to say…

Happy 2018!

How I know I’m an introvert

I’ve known for quite awhile that I’m an introvert. As a kid, I was often called “shy” or “a snob.” But, as I got older (and after the Myers-Briggs confirmed what I already knew) I finally had a name for who I was. It was refreshing to find that there wasn’t anything wrong with who I was.

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Believe it or not, a lot of people don’t know if they’re introverted or extroverted. I don’t believe that anyone is 100% on either side of the coin, but here’s a list of my personality quirks that are aligned with introvertedness.

So, you think you’re an introvert…

I’m a planner. I live and die by my calendar–my paper and pen calendar, none of this iPhone calendar app nonsense. I always have running lists and to-do’s ongoing in my various notebooks. I rarely can handle flying by the seat of my pants. It stresses me out. I need to know what to expect and plan accordingly.

I’m a writer. Writing is the best way that I know how to express myself. If we were to have a face to face conversation, I’d either clam up or fumble and stutter my way through. I’m just not articulate on my feet, but given a few extra seconds to backspace through a poorly-chosen word or colloquialism, I’m much better.

I have lots of extroverted friends. If I was friends with only quiet, reserved people, I’d be bored out of my mind. I greatly enjoy being around people who keep the conversation flowing, laugh loudly at my under-the-breath remarks and get the party properly started.

I crave alone time. Being in a large crowd, mixing and mingling and having to be “on” for long periods of time stresses me out. This is not to say that I can’t do it. I can host a party for 50 like a champ, but after being in a situation like that, I need to “actively introvert.” Actively introverting for me, looks like hanging out in my room alone (except with a cat or two and the dog), watching trashy tv and regrouping. Another way I like to reboot is by going to Target alone. I don’t mind being around people when I’m “actively introverting,” but I just don’t want to have to interact with them too much.

Crowds aren’t my favorite. Being in a large crowd, with people invading my personal space all willy-nilly, drives me insane. I’ve been to many concerts, where you’re packed into the venue like sardines, and inevitably, the girl next to me has long hair that she keeps tossing in my direction. Her hair gets stuck in my lip gloss and that almost sends me straight over the edge. (It’s one thing for your OWN hair to get stuck in your lip gloss. Totally different situation when SOMEONE ELSE’S hair gets stuck in your lip gloss.)

Meeting new people is awkward. You see, I really super-suck at small talk. I either don’t ask enough questions (which comes across as aloof and uncaring) or I go too deep, too soon (which…well, creepy). The pleasantries of “where do you live?” “how old are your kids?” “what do you do?” wears thin with me quickly. I tend to either not ask those important things or dive immediately into questions like, “did you have a vaginal birth or a c-section?” Inappropriate. But, those are the things I want to know…not how long you’ve lived here.

Go around room...

These are only a few of the traits that I have that would fall on the “introvert spectrum“–which I’m calling a thing, whether it is or not. I have others but…guess what? I also have some extrovert characteristics too.  Luckily, we’re not all made by a cookie cutter and we’re each unique and quirky.

So, tell me…what traits do you have that are introvert or extrovert?