New Year’s Intentions for 2022: K.I.F.F. (Keep It Fairly Flexible)

Posted on December 28, 2021 by gretchenwing

I’ve been doing New Year’s Intentions, a.k.a. Low-Resolution Resolutions, for some time now. Rudder-like, they help center and steer me.

More recently, I’ve broken that habit into several steps.

1. Read back over last year’s Intentions (I write mine in my journal notebook, easy to find)

2. Give myself appropriate head-pats for success, or encouragement for less-than-success

I said I’d incorporate a yoga/stretching session into my daily life, and I have! Thank you, back surgery.

3. Write new ones. This year I have seven, several of which are riffs on last year’s. Example: When your coauthor needs to pull out of your book project…turn the book into an article and get that published. Some are brand-new: Find myself a new “mentee” to mentor in our community mentorship program, since COVID effectively ended my previous mentorship.

‘Cuz I need a kid in my life to do this with!

And a couple of my Intentions are secrets. Not telling anyone till I understand them better myself.

But in this time of worldwide COVID uncertainty, when the word “plan” seems downright outrageous, I’m finding my Intentions less “what” and more “how.” Sure, I want like crazy to go to Costa Rica next month, as my Mate and a friend help Son One inaugurate his new ecotour company. But do I have my heart set on it? No–I’d be a fool. Instead, if our trip gets cancelled, I will pivot to the next thing.

Ditto with Road Trip XI, which the Mate and I have been SO looking forward to, after staying home in 2021.

I promise: whether Road Trip XI brings this…(Palo Duro Canyon, TX)

…or this (southern AZ sandstorm on I-10)

…or doesn’t happen at all, I will be grateful just to be safe and healthy as possible.

And I’ll focus on what I CAN control, like Intention #3: I will play and sing three times/week for 30 minutes, EVEN IF I have no group gigs to prepare for. (I can hear my guitar gently weeping from here, and not in a good way.)

With Beth Geever, Ann Palmer and Lance Brittain last June. Oh, for more o’ that! But that’s not up to me.

So that’s me. How about y’all out there? Any Intentions for 2022? I might even borrow one of yours.

Family Pranking: Fun New Resolution for 2018?

Posted on December 28, 2017 by gretchenwing

Meet Ali the Gator:

“Could someone lick me clean, please?

Oh, why’s he covered in whipped cream and jam? Therein lies a tale. Allow me.

Ali joined our family a couple of years ago when the Mate was out doing yardwork. Spotting a lizard near the compost bin, he decided to catch it, in honor of Wing Son One, who does such things. So he stalked it, for several minutes, before realizing…

a) it was plastic

b) it was an alligator, not a common lizard,

c) it was missing two of its feet (likely a lawn-mower accident)

So he brought it inside. Of course I decided to place it under Son One’s pillow the next time he visited. (Gratifying yell of surprise.) Ali then showed up successively in…

a) the soap dish in the shower

b) my tin of Earl Grey

c) the Mate’s tin of coffee beans

d) my hiking boot

The hiking boot prank was especially good, because I was putting on that boot at the visitor center of Haleakala on Maui, last winter. So I sent Son One this photo of “Ali in Paradise”:

Later, he took a hula class and attended a luau.

From Maui we continued our Epic Journey to New Zealand, so there I took another photo of “Ali with Kiwi Mate”:

“Hey, it’s OK–I can’t fly either, mate.”

This past summer, both sons + Mate gathered in Vermont for a construction blitz on our cousins’ “new” old house. Ali flew there in a care package of cookies, to make a legendary appearance inside an ear of corn the Mate was shucking. (Sadly, no picture of that.)

Don’t know how Ali made it back to the Wet Coast, but he reappeared this past month, folded inside the ferry commuter ticket in our glove box. I decided Ali must have a special Christmas. So I stuffed him inside the yule log cake (Buche de Noel) I was creating.

In you go, lil’ guy!

Don’t eat too much whipped cream in there!

Of course I made sure that one of our sons got the “special” piece of cake. (Son One got the honor.)

Alligator? What alligator? Have a slice of Yule Log! Merry Christmas!

We actually borrowed this idea of family pranking from our Vermont cousins. They did the same thing with an evil-looking doll they called “Malice.” The idea of finding a creepy doll inside, say, one’s freezer, veers too close to heart-attack-land for my taste.

But a cute little alligator? All he does is make us laugh, and think of how much we enoy each other.

Anyone else out there have an ongoing family prank to share? Anyone want to start 2018 with a new tradition? Be sure to take pictures!

My New Year’s Resolution: Keep Writing New Year’s Resolutions, Damnit

Posted on December 31, 2015 by gretchenwing

Who cares if I still have an unworking Stairmaster in my barn?

[Last year’s resolution: By the end of 2015, I will have either fixed my Stairmaster machine or gotten rid of i])

Who cares if I’m still in the middle of Chapter 16 in a 21-chapter book?

[Last year’s resolution: By the end of 2015, I will have finished the first draft of Altitude (Book Three of the Flying Burgowski trilogy) and be actively re-revising the first half]

Who cares if I never got beyond the “we should get together for a walk or a cup of tea sometime, huh?” stage of inviting someone I don’t know well for a walk or a cup of tea?

[Last year’s resolution: By the end of 2015, I will have invited someone I would like to know better for a walk or a cup of tea]

As I wrote last year, “The secret to success is having really low standards.” It’s also, I believe, the maintenance of the feeling of forward progress–the alternative to which is stepping into that swamp of grumpiness and self-pity where the only escape is too much chocolate…you see where this leads, right?

So let me take a minute to celebrate the two resolutions that I DID keep last year:

riding my bike in to work at least as often, if not more often, than driving: check!
developing a fitness regimen that includes daily strength and stretching exercises: check!**

** ahem ** Honesty compels me to admit that I officially adopted said fitness regimen all of **cough** four days ago…but HEY. I’ve kept it up for four days, in 2015, so that still COUNTS.

And all of those so-far-unkept resolutions are just that, I’ve decided: not failed, just late bloomers. Who’s in charge here? That’s right. So here are my new low-resolution resolutions:

By the end of 2016 I will have…

Finished, revised, and published Altitude
Kept up my biking vs. riding to work ratio
Kept up my daily fitness regimen (the secret to success here was Son Two’s idea: “Why don’t you do it while you watch The Daily Show, Mom?”)
Made reservations for a 2017 trip to New Zealand to research my next novel (New Zealand?! Good on ya!)

…oh, and that Stairmaster? Maybe the unknown person I invite for a walk or a cup of tea will help me figure out what to do with it.

Got a resolution to share? Don’t believe in ’em? Tell me about it either way. And…Happy New Year!

Happy New Year! Share That Resolution Here

Posted on December 31, 2014 by gretchenwing

The secret to success is having really low standards.

Joke. Kind of. What I really mean is making sure your goals are achievable, not pie-in-the-sky. Don’t worry, I’m not going to go all S.M.A.R.T. goal-y on you. I’m just going to share mine for 2015. And since I know what a difference it makes in motivation to SHARE your goals, I invite you to do just that…as soon as I’ve shared mine.

By the end of 2015, I will have…

finished the first draft of Altitude (Book Three of the Flying Burgowski trilogy) and be actively re-revising the first half
ridden my bike in to work at least as often, if not more often, than I’ve driven
invited at least three people I would like to know better for a walk or a cup of tea
developed a fitness regimen that includes daily strength and stretching exercises
either fixed my Stairmaster machine or gotten rid of it 🙂

Your turn. What are some of yours?

Low-Resolution Resolutions: When Shooting For the Moon Makes You Lose Touch With the Earth

Posted on December 30, 2013 by gretchenwing

Who isn’t blogging about New Year’s resolutions at this time of year? “Here are mine, what are yours?” It’s tempting. But I’m going to try a slightly different tack. I’m sharing my Low Resolutions.

I’m borrowing a photography term here, though I’m not sure I can define it. Low resolution means…not enough pixels? The image is a bit fuzzy. Easy to see what the picture is, but plenty of room for improvement.

Room for improvement is exactly what I’m leaving myself when I consider what I want to accomplish in 2014. I’ve never been a shoot-for-the-moon gal. I’m more of a baby steps type, and last I checked, baby stepping isn’t a great way to go all lunar. But let me give an example.

Within six months of leaving my teaching career, I could honestly say that I was living the dream. What was I doing? Working three days a week in a small bakery, making $10.50/hour, and spending the rest of my week writing, recreating, and doing volunteer activities. My “dream” was super low-key. The secret, for me, was ~~having low standards~~ keeping my objectives moderate.

Another example? When I started Kristen Lamb’s blogging class for writers last year, we were assigned to write our short and long- term goals (an assignment I very much appreciated). We had to post these goals online, and I noticed that most of my virtual classmates aspired, within three to five years, to be best-selling authors and prize winners in their genre.

My reaction: “Huh. Seems like signing up for disappointment. Why would I want to do that?”

I’m a big fan of Stephen Covey’s Seven Habits,and one of my favorite concepts in his book is the Circle of Control. I can’t control the weather, but I can sure control what kind of clothes I wear in response. I can’t control American mass media nor the tastes of readers, but I can control what I write, and the trajectory of my own self-promotion.

Baby steps. By the end of February, my first novel will be published via CreateSpace, with a professionally-designed jacket. Three months later, it will have sold at least 100 copies. Three months after that, 200. Those are super-modest goals, I think. Which is why they’re achievable. Low Resolutions.

And while I’m at it, for tradition’s sake: I will lose three pounds by the end of January. (Lookin’ at YOU, tummy-fat.)