January 25 #9 Blogblogblog

As I was swimming today, counting the laps to meet my mile mark, I thought to myself, "what did I get myself into with my sixty list." When I began writing it last year, I had easily obtainable and quite frankly, boring goals--vacuuming, dusting, walking the dogs--things that are part of my routine during the week. Last summer, my astute daughter-in-law suggested that I eliminate those mundane chores and challenge myself with projects that are out of my comfort zone.

Surprisingly enough, after I began reworking and analyzing the list, I realized that to make a difference in my sixtieth year, I had to make sure the goals were meaningful (how can I make someone else's life better) and demanding (how do I physically push myself to another level). Also, each one had to be doable because failure was not an option for me.

Now my list ranges from--a piece of cake--to--holy cow! What was I thinking? Although it is nearing the end of the first month, I am on track and have not thought about bailing out. Rob, on the other hand, has become weary of recording my every move on an excel spread sheet (bless his heart). I keep reassuring him that it will be a feat like none other when we are done, however, I am not sure he is convinced. I do know that when December 31st rolls around, he will be one happy, but exhausted computer nerd!