I don’t think I’m understating it when I say everyone is glad to see 2020 gone. It’s been a difficult year and that’s putting it mildly. So 2020 is sent off with great joy to forever live in our memories as a year we’d prefer not to remember, but can’t easily forget.
New Goals are always talked about in the New Year, but it’s not easy to set goals when uncertainty with this pandemic still lingers. However, the New Year is like a new book that you’re eager to read and participate in. Some pages we’ll write ourselves, while other pages might be written for us. There’ll be pages where we smile and laugh and other pages that may bring cloudy days. But like any good book, we can’t put it down, we must finish reading it to see how it turns out.
I decided to start my 2021 book differently this year. I’m not setting goals, I’m doing life, and I’m going to see where it takes me. Don’t confuse goals with schedules. I still have a schedule for the books I want to release in 2021, but my books aren’t goals that I look to achieve. They are my family, my friends who I love to spend time with and enjoy. Goals are something you want to achieve and that is all well and good, but I don’t want the added pressure that setting goals bring. Instead, I want to see what the blank pages of my book hold for me, where the steps I take lead me, how life unfolds for me.
With no goals looming large, no chance of failing to reach them, I look forward to the blank pages of my 2021 book. I’ll post pages from it occasionally so you can read it along with me.
I do have lots of wonderful books planned for this year that I look forward to writing. I’ll tell you about them in another post.
For now, I encourage you to start your own 2021 book with a light hand and a joyous heart.
As always hugs!