Chris and I have set some high goals for ourselves this year. Each of us have set three specific goals for each week. We will evaluate at the end of the quarter year and either adjust or adopt a new one because now these goals have become healthy habits. We’ll track our progress on one of these wonderfully big calendars and reward ourselves at the end of each week if we have accomplished each and every goal.

One of my big audacious goals writing more: Write at least three times during the week for 30 minutes a piece and post at least one blog each week. I think I’ve written a blog post twice in the past 4-5 years, but the decision to set this goal was almost automatic- I knew it was something I should strive to do. The more people I told, the more intimidated and fraudulent I felt. One person responded in excitement and encouragement that I would be writing again. That felt good in my heart. Then as I was driving the 45 minute commute home today, I started getting ideas. I started getting inspired. I started getting excited. I started caring less about opinions and caring more about what a blessing it would be for me. I started talking to my Auto Echo about ideas. I need to let my words out.

Over the next year, I hope to write about our adventures as a couple and the beatings of my heart. I created a blog at the end of college and I created this blog when Chris and I were getting married. I will post on both.

So even though I have another hour of writing to reach my writing goal, I’ve decided this will be my first blog post, I’ve got 51 more to go, so I will start with this. Thank you for listening.