Where do I even begin?
Read 40 books.
I’ve been able to for the past two years. Hopefully, 2019 isn’t an exception. On a similar note, I’ll try to post as many reviews as possible.
Write, edit, submit.
In a perfect world, I’d publish something somewhere. It’s out of my control though. Writing every day, editing my stories, submitting to contests…very much within my control.
Post content I’m proud of.
When I publish what I love, it makes me happy. I don’t want to be as hard on myself in 2019, yet my expectations are still high for this blog. More than anything, I can’t wait to create.
Learn more Spanish.
Fun fact, my name is Spanish. My dad speaks the language. I’ve been using Duolingo and doing two lessons every day.
Dance, exercise, stretch.
To be specific, I’d like to learn new moves, improve my core strength, and increase my flexibility.
Be nicer…to myself.
I’m my own worst critic. I guess I should also make an effort to be nicer to others as well.
What are your goals for 2019?
When I dance, I don’t want to be doing anything else.
Try as I might to suppress my feelings, I’m an emotional human being. And dance lets me express myself.
I started dancing more in high school. So many moments of my life are dance related.
I remember the highs, times where all I wanted was to dance in my living room. The world and its worries would fall away.
I remember the lowest points, times where I didn’t feel like dancing at all. When I don’t, it’s like I have a million emotions bottled up inside, and I can’t release any of them.
I honestly would not be the person I am today if I didn’t dance.
I don’t even want to think about the decisions I might’ve made if not for music and movement.
Dance taught me how to love my body. Moving forced me to listen to my heart and my head, my arms and my legs.
I dance because I need a creative outlet that’s not writing. I love both. In a way, I get to work out my body and mind.
I dance because I feel good before, during, and after I do.
Dancing helped me cope healthily with some unhealthy issues.
I dance because I love it. I know I’m not the best. I don’t have perfect technique. But I feel like the best version of myself when I’m doing it.
With family in town, some of my daily habits went out the window for a few days. I’m trying to get back into a routine sooner rather than later.
I miss having entire days at home to do whatever I please. I miss reading, writing, blogging, and dancing.
My body’s internal clock has been thrown out of whack as well. I’ve had to adjust, adapt.
I’m looking forward to catching up. More like I look forward to being caught up.
I have a lot of ground to cover. Still, I wouldn’t change a thing. I have no regrets. I can’t remember the last time I dropped expectations of getting work done and allowed myself to just have fun.
I feel thankful that I have the freedom to live such a flexible lifestyle.
Even though I do the same few things almost every single day, no day is exactly the same.
I can’t predict the future. I don’t know what tomorrow has in store. Let’s just say I’m always excited for new adventures.
Even the simplest activities can be a blast with the right company.
I need to live my life. After all, many stories are born out of new experiences. That said, I’m ready to return to my old routines.
Going forward, I will try to push myself. Instead of stopping out of laziness, I’ll challenge myself to go a little further.
I’ve been thinking about where I am and where I’m going.
Now might be a good time to reevaluate my goals.
I vowed to read nonfiction in 2018 and I’ve done that. I haven’t tracked it on GoodReads the same way I do with fiction because I’m lazy. But I feel pleased with how much I’ve been reading lately.
The fact I write every day is accomplishment enough. But making time to transcribe has fallen by the wayside. At the start of the year, I wanted to produce longer stories. I also hoped to submit my work to contests or journals. This hasn’t happened much. Perhaps I can get that going soon.
I’m happy with my blog but not happy at the same time. I guess I’ll never be satisfied with anything. Content isn’t in my vocabulary. Neither is mediocre. Sometimes I don’t know what I want out of blogging. The numbers aren’t a big deal. My goal is to create content that makes me content.
Dance is something I do for myself, and I love it too much to stop. I’m happy with the strides I’ve made this year. I plan to keep dancing until I can’t.
All the best with where you are and where you’re going.
If only I knew. I don’t even know what I’ll be doing tomorrow.
I want to read every day. How much will depend on whether my friends want me to leave the house and socialize. Shudder.
I enjoy posting book reviews. They take time to write and edit, so bear with me.
I have so many ideas, but I haven’t fully fleshed out any just yet. I’m working on creative pieces to submit to various places.
I’m a bad blogger during the school year. Not that I’m any better over the summer. Let this year be the year I stop procrastinating and start posting earlier in the day. It hasn’t happened yet unfortunately.
I have every intention to dance often. I also tend to stretch before and exercise after.
Let me what you’re doing this summer in the comments below. I’d love to know.
I don’t feel all that motivated right now. I’m in a bit of a slump.
Obviously, there are highs and lows with just about everything in life. I’ve been trying to climb back up since the accident.
It was like my world got rocked upside down. I’ve sort of reverted back to old ways, which isn’t a bad thing in and of itself.
I’m also in a weird transitional time in my life. But I’m ready to move forward and look ahead.
Lately, I’ve been making more time for myself. I spent many hours thinking. Maybe it’s time to act now.
I’m not sure how to describe my current state. I’m better physically, but I’m also more present mentally than I have been in the past. I like to believe that’s a good sign.
In spite of everything, I’m excited to see for what’s next.
I can’t wait to read and review the books on my to be read shelf.
I’m dancing, stretching, and exercising better.
I hope to transcribe a ton of blog posts.
I will send my work into the world, regardless of how many rejections I get.
Baseball is in full swing. Beware all my bad jokes or puns.
By the end of 2018, I don’t want to look back and think it’s the year I got hit by a car. I want to be able to say I accomplished my goals. I refuse to be defined by what happened to me.
It’s important to celebrate the small things in life, especially on hard days.
I have a few daily goals: reading, writing, blogging, dancing, and journaling. They’re small acts that make a big difference.
Obviously, doing something every day isn’t easy. Even more so when those things aren’t mandatory.
But I want to create. I need creative outlets, so I can express myself. Or else I’d lose my mind.
At this point, I feel odd not sticking with my habits every day. Because I’m so used to my routines, I don’t always realize how much progress I’ve made.
Sometimes I forget to celebrate small wins. But they often lead to bigger and better victories.