It’s the time of year for resolutions. I love resolutions. I am really good at setting my mind to a task and conquering it. Marathon, Ph.D., natural childbirth, write a novel 500 words at a time—done.
I’m going to try something more difficult this year. Instead of resolutions, I’m going to dream. My goals in the past have been logical and fairly predictable to anyone who knows me. In 2019, I’m taking steps toward doing things that may be a little more surprising. I have daydreams in journals that go back years but seemed too silly to say out loud or work toward.
There’s no good reason my daydreams can’t become realities. I have access to the information, training, and resources I need. I have an amazing husband who supports my plans.
I’ve been afraid of failure or, more accurately, afraid of what people will think of my failure. 2019 will be the year to be truer to my values than I am to other people’s opinions. I resolve to listen to the voices of wise counsel and experts, not spectators.