I'm not one for making any New Year's resolutions. If I tell myself I need to exercise more, the likelihood of that actually happening is slim to none. However, I do like to set goals for myself. I always see a list of goals as different from a resolution I make at midnight, often times after having five glasses of champagne.
Last night, while trying to fall asleep, I thought of a few goals I have for the next year. Some of these are individual goals, and some are goals I have with Joey:
1. Get pregnant (A carryover from 2008. We'll begin to find out if this is even possible on February 3.)
2. Become a homeowner
3. Buy new living room furniture (This may not seem like a big deal to some people, but it is to me. This couch is the most uncomfortable thing I've ever had the privilege of owning.)
4. Take a vacation that doesn't involve visiting family
5. Get promoted to Assistant Editor (This one has a subgoal: Acquire my first book.)
6. Finish my novel
Those are the six I can think of off the top of my head. I'm sure this is a list I will be adding to, and updating, later.