I already warned you that my success rate on my February goals was truly abysmal, so let’s get this over with fast—like ripping off a Band-Aid. *Decide on name for photography business. This one has been on my mind a lot lately, but I haven’t decided on anything officially. The idea of opening up a …
New month, new goals. However, I can’t very well go on with the new until I’ve made myself accountable for the old, so here’s how I did on January’s goals: *Sign up for a half marathon. I signed up to do Thanksgiving Point’s “Tulip Run” Half-Marathon, and I’m stoked. Of course, signing up was the …
I discovered a recipe of what to do when I’m feeling unmotivated: Set yet more goals for myself. Weird, but I’m hoping it’s going to work—like reverse psychology or something. If you remember back from my new year’s resolutions post, I mentioned that every month I want to set sub-goals to help myself start crossing …
These pictures might make it look like I’m feeling all sorts of inspired to take on the world in my power pencil skirt and coral boho top, but the truth is… I’m feeling a little spent. Which totally doesn’t make sense, by the way, because I’ve just been on holiday for a week and a …
Yesterday was the first day I’d ventured outside (or bothered to dress) in almost a week–this flu I’ve been riding has really been something else. But, despite my sickness, I still feel the familiar enthusiasm that always accompanies a brand new year—the world around me may be gloomy and well below freezing, but my motivational …
As the excited buzzing of a new year approaches, new resolutions are being made left and right everywhere I look (mostly, it seems, due to overindulgence by the population at large over the long holiday). And while I myself am gearing up for a new year filled with new goals, I can’t very well move forward …
Since Christmas is a time for good cheer and presents and all that, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how I can get more into the Christmas spirit, especially since I seem to be so busy most of the time. And I don’t know how I came upon the idea, but I’ve decided that the …
There’s a balcony overlooking a spread of red hills and sagebrush where we’re staying in St. George, and I often find my whispering feet tip-toeing out there to drink in the tranquility and heat. I’ve been to this condo here in Southern Utah many times now, but each time is a new revelation: about myself, …
