Yesterday I chanced upon this tweet thread ( partial pic below) that gave a challenge to just start something and keep at it, without thought for anything much outside it.
I had already decided last week to do 300 posts in 2019 , just to get back to my blogging and write all the book review posts I have been so lazy to do in 2018.
[ the real inspiration behind that thought is Saurabh and all the wonderful ideas he has shared in his emails over that last 2 months. ]
Plus like previous 4 years, my fitness goals stay same ( since they are never fulfilled in year gone by) .
So for all this , I really need to be consistent, even if not good in the beginning, if I want to see any result at all.
It certainly wont be easy, but then, there is not much joy in way things are right now for me.
So I pledge I will be consistent in ( in mentioned order )
- Writing/ blogging
- Reading better not more
Whats your word for 2019 ?
( This post is inspired by Leo and linked to Everyday Gyaan , from where this thought originated. )
Another year begins.
Another set of goals.
Another sky full of dreams – mine for myself , of loved ones from me , mine for the loved ones.
Another glance back at the paths left behind – some traveled some not.
Another look around at the smiling faces that step into this unknown journey with me – wondering how many will still be there next jan.
Another thankful nod to them and a warm welcome to the new friends.
Another empty notebook on the desk of life.
And I write ….
Watching both ahead and back,
here and there,
around and within,
inside out of my heart
outside held in my palms,
setting a new goal for me
painting a picture of happier me.
asking myself if am alone
finding a hand to securely hold on.
knowing for once,life is good,
keeping faith in music and books.
loving him ,sometimes less that more,
loving self, more than most.
Written for OSI , Month of the year challenge – January
She definitely did not have easy goals for life. Reading 50 books per year , cooking 50 new dishes , visiting 10 new places in the same year,so on.
Every accomplishment was beginning of a new strangeness. Until her life seemed hollow to her – the dark pit she dug and drowned alone.
Written for Inspiration Monday , Trifecta , G-Man’s fridayflash55