- Make sure that I am always happy stitching on a project. This means that if deadlines are stressing me out, I will change the goal. No more panicking. Not bad. I only had one post about how my mother wasn't getting the gift I had planned for her, and it was written by someone who wasn't panicking despite the great unstitchening. Nice!
- Finish-finish more projects for myself. Last year I did 13, including ones I sent for framing and things I finished for gifts. This year, less framing, more alternative finishing. I'm going to shoot for 12 pieces from the finishing pile finished by myself for myself. I think that's specific enough! Started off really well, but I have lost steam on this. I think this has fallen by the wayside as my ability to schedule myself completely unravels...still, I've finished 7 which is on track for 12 this year. I've also framed three others. I impress myself.
- Mermaid SAL with Michelle. This is for my mom's 65th birthday, and if she's lucky it will be done in April. If it's not, it'll be a helluva Christmas gift. Michelle! What are we doing here? I haven't touched the mermaid since March. Also, I am thinking birthday 2010.
- Flea Market Souvenir SAL with Linda and Rosa. (Someday I am going to Iceland. Really.) Woohoo! I finished stitching the Flea Market Souvenir last week.
- Put at least one Saturday a month into the French marquoir. So very sad. I haven't done this even once. And we're getting into Christmas present season...
- Make a dent in the WIP pile. (I know I say this every year.) I finished Anna's Bird. I finished Monthly Mania November; that leaves three more months. I worked on the Layman mermaid and Tree of Life Window. Anna's Stocking, Brett's Stocking, and Miribilia Christmas fairy are on the list for this month. Not bad.
- Make tiny little changes to make myself healthier. I changed over to whole wheat English muffins (without high fructose corn syrup); I'm drinking 8 glasses of water a day; and I'm taking the meds. I started off the year pretty well, exercising half an hour every day. Then I fell off that wagon. Now that Stella is here, I walk between 80 and 120 minutes every day. And we walk. Stella doesn't believe in doing her business on the walk. (It's fine; we have a mutually agreeable solution, but I talk enough here about my own poop, you don't need to know the dog's business too. Though her "go" command is "get busy," which my sister thinks is a riot, but that's how she came to us.)
- Find a new job. Working on it. But it's like pushing a rock up a hill, one that slowly rolls back to crush my spirit.
Thursday, July 09, 2009
I should have done this on July 2, the halfway mark. Oh well. Aren't I always a week late? My pledges for 2009 are italicized below, assessment follows.