New Week, New Goal

My weekend went ok. Actually, I'm happy that I did in fact get some things accomplished.

I learned that if for some reason I go to bed later than my husband, that I need to have scriptures out of my room so I can read before I go to sleep. It's too easy for me to crawl into bed and not turn on the light so I don't disturb him.

I read scriptures once, (yikes!) only partially made that goal.

I got one good meal made for my family. I count that as a goal met even though I didn't do two, because I came down with the lovely illness my kids have had. Only, I had it worse. I tell you, I haven't had to sit on the throne holding a bucket at the same time in years! Sorry if that's TMI. Otherwise, I would have had two meals made. Thankfully my 8-year-old son made grilled cheese for his siblings for dinner last night since daddy had to do some work on the computer. *sigh* I love those pocket sandwich griller machines!

I did meet my exercise goal. I exercised Saturday night and burned 100 calories. Happy about that!

I did pretty much have the kids' clothes ready for church. I knew where they all were. My problem was that I couldn't find my shoes Sunday morning! I finally made it to church just after the third hour started, not because of my shoes but because I thought I was dealing with just morning sickness. My husband was sick, so he stayed home.

I'm writing about all this because it seems that some of us are having similar trouble. We meet part of our goals, but not all of them. It can be easy to beat ourselves up over this. Either we can reduce our goals (if we've made too many to be realistic) or we can regroup and try again. Sure, we could have possibly done better. Maybe not. We've all been there. Celebrating our successes will help us to feel lighter and like we can accomplish more. Keeping it positive is something I struggle with, but when I do it helps so much!

Think of this: Is it better to have our goals partially attained, or to have accomplished nothing at all? Why is it that we feel the need to beat ourselves up over not being *perfect* at something? I'm going to take the chance this week to look at my goals as supporting beams for my life, not as millstones to drag me down. Each little goal I accomplish brings me that much closer to what I want for myself and my family.

Before setting my past weekend goals, I might have looked on the whole weekend as a failure. I wouldn't have exercised. I wouldn't have pushed myself just a little more to make that yummy meal my family so appreciated. Now I can look back with the knowledge that just a few little things made a difference. Where do I go from here?

Onward and upward, my friends. Onward and upward.

I'm going to attempt something new. Other than my usual goals, I'm going to try to have a special "goal of the week". This gives me all week to tackle something that I've been putting off.

My special goal of the week: Get all Christmas presents wrapped! I don't want to be up late Christmas Eve, which is my husband's birthday, wrapping presents. I'm sure he'd rather spend that time some other way. Watching a Christmas movie sounds a whole lot more appealing!