- Pink is my favorite color. In the whole wide world.
- My husband is amazing at treating women like princesses, and she will grow up knowing that she is beautiful and worthy in his eyes.
- I get to give her an incredibly beautiful name: Zoë Isabelle Niles.
- The adorable onesies, skirt, and peacock halloween costume that I had already purchased will not go to waste.
- My in-laws have three sons and were dying for us to have a little girl. Won't she be SPOILED?!
- Tutus and tiaras.
- Don't have to worry about things like circumcision or peepee-teepees.
- One day when she is pregnant I will be able to watch her go through all of the uncomfortableness (that's kind of an understatement) that she has put me through.
- I won't have to come up with an excuse for the fact that I own five Barbie movies.
- We females will outnumber Isaac, so he will have to do everything we want, like listen to Taylor Swift and eat at Panera and watch the afore-mentioned Barbie movies. Mwuahahaha!
- I can buy all the Hello Kitty and Disney Princess merchandise that my heart desires... or that my bank account can afford, anyway. Which is not much.
- Little girl clothes are much more abundant and so much CUTER.
I cannot wait to hold my sweet Zoë Belle and help her grow into an amazing, strong warrior princess. I cannot imagine what it will be like to see her for the first time, but I already know she will be the most beautiful, perfect creature that has ever existed. I know it because I am her mama, and she is already the most precious gift God has ever given me.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Goals
I kind of suck when it comes to achieving goals. I'm not being down on myself, really. It's just the truth. For most of my life I have avoided setting goals for myself because I never seem to be able to achieve them. I'm honestly not sure that this is a terrible thing. Sometimes I think our society is too goal-driven, too accomplishment-oriented. In order to achieve goals, you have to set them above everything else. Sometimes you have to sacrifice things that honestly are worth pursuing more than the goal, which is not good.
Or maybe I am just trying to find excuses for why I hate setting goals for myself...
Anyway, my writing goal for November was to blog every day. As you can see by that little "7" next to November 2010 over there --->, that didn't happen. But I am okay with that, because I did happen to blog more in November than I have in any other month for 2+ years. And I had a great month which was not negatively affected by my lack of goal-achievement.
Over the past few years of transitioning into "adulthood", I have come to realize that I am a very externally motivated person. When I have goals, assignments, deadlines, and tasks that are placed on me by others, I am very successful at getting things done. I may procrastinate to the last minute, but I will get it done on time. I cannot stand to let people down.
The flip side of this is that I am very poor at self-motivation. When left to my own devices, there is very little I want to do besides watch Gilmore girls and knit (and, in my current state, eat and eat and eat). I HATE doing chores when I am home alone. I mean, seriously, I can get so much done when Isaac or my mom are at home with me, but I can barely seem to load the washer when left by myself. And then it's only when I HAVE to because I will have no clothes to wear to work the next day, which will make me late the next morning as I scramble around to find something to wear (see, external motivation).
I think this is why I have trouble achieving my writing goals. I also think this is why I am going to commit to having a new writing goal every month, whether I achieve them or not. Because I will never learn to become self-motivated in my writing if I don't start somewhere. Instead of focusing on my failure to achieve last month's goal, I am starting fresh with excitement (and fear!) about this month's goal.
My writing goal for December: write a Christmas-themed short story that is as un-cheesy as possible. I say "as un-cheesy as possible" because I am fairly convinced that, unless your name is O. Henry, it is impossible to write a Christmas short story that is not cheesy. But I will try!
Or maybe I am just trying to find excuses for why I hate setting goals for myself...
Anyway, my writing goal for November was to blog every day. As you can see by that little "7" next to November 2010 over there --->, that didn't happen. But I am okay with that, because I did happen to blog more in November than I have in any other month for 2+ years. And I had a great month which was not negatively affected by my lack of goal-achievement.
Over the past few years of transitioning into "adulthood", I have come to realize that I am a very externally motivated person. When I have goals, assignments, deadlines, and tasks that are placed on me by others, I am very successful at getting things done. I may procrastinate to the last minute, but I will get it done on time. I cannot stand to let people down.
The flip side of this is that I am very poor at self-motivation. When left to my own devices, there is very little I want to do besides watch Gilmore girls and knit (and, in my current state, eat and eat and eat). I HATE doing chores when I am home alone. I mean, seriously, I can get so much done when Isaac or my mom are at home with me, but I can barely seem to load the washer when left by myself. And then it's only when I HAVE to because I will have no clothes to wear to work the next day, which will make me late the next morning as I scramble around to find something to wear (see, external motivation).
I think this is why I have trouble achieving my writing goals. I also think this is why I am going to commit to having a new writing goal every month, whether I achieve them or not. Because I will never learn to become self-motivated in my writing if I don't start somewhere. Instead of focusing on my failure to achieve last month's goal, I am starting fresh with excitement (and fear!) about this month's goal.
My writing goal for December: write a Christmas-themed short story that is as un-cheesy as possible. I say "as un-cheesy as possible" because I am fairly convinced that, unless your name is O. Henry, it is impossible to write a Christmas short story that is not cheesy. But I will try!
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