Thank you, thank you to everyone who stopped by from last week's IWSG post. I promise I haven't forgotten you and I WILL repay the visit. Ever since my laptop died over a year ago, it seems I've had one technical glitch after another. Wednesday, after I posted my post for the hop, the mouse died and navigation on the desktop was impossible. Le sigh. BUT new batteries and an old mouse forgotten in the belly of a great beast of a backpack came to our rescue...sort of. It's a temperamental little thing and in order to get it to move where you want it, you have to move to the bottom of the mouse pad, slip your hand under it, and gently place it back on the pad. Otherwise, the cursor goes to the bottom corner of the page and you have to start all over again. Now I know I'm not the most tech-savvy person out there, but I do know to operate a mouse and THIS is NOT the way to go. Ah well...better that no mouse at all (I suppose...)
But enough of my gripes. How's your New Year going so far? Honestly I can't complain. I've been tweaking those ideas that trickled in the first week and honing in their importance in the direction I see my life going. Pruning I guess you could say. It's very freeing, really. When I was younger, I figured that if I made a goal then by-dern it was going to be done. NO MATTER WHAT! Do not back down and never retreat! I was like a miniature Churchill on myself only...it got me nowhere. In reality, all the harping about never retreating freaked me out and I froze. Even though the only person who knew of my goals in many cases was myself, I still freaked out about letting myself, and in turn, my family, down.
Balderdash! And I'm happy to say I now know that my goals are my goals. If I feel the need to tweak them half way through the year, then so be it! If I've told someone and they don't understand, call me fickle, let them. I have to live with ME and I have to live as authentically as I can. Deciding not to sew a dozen knapsacks this year will not make or break the rest of my life.
Pruning aside, I finished a very wonderful, very disturbing book this week. The Shapeshifters by Stefan Spjut.