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A little bit of accountability

We'll see if it works!

I'm starting the year off with the goal to "finish all the things."

Some of the "rules" or "guidelines" I'm trying to work from are:

1. Finish what you've started.  Translation: no totally new projects, no totally new supply purchases.  I have some very small projects that have been waiting a very long time with no progress.  I'm going to try to alternate between small, easy to finish projects and big, long term, take lots of small steps forward projects.  Crafty projects, large and small, are tacked up on a pin board in the project room; as they are finished, the little project papers are moved to the bottom of the board.

2. No scrolling the web in bed.  Translation: It's fine to read a book or work a crossword puzzle (even looking up the pop-culture answers on the phone) but no facebook, no instagram, no kitchn, no news sites, etc.  No random browsing just because it is available when it is time to go to bed.

3. Set a timer for social media. Translation: Facebook and Instagram are ok, in small doses.  Don't get lost in the internet.  Pay attention to how much time is available to be lost to the internet, and then get back to real life.

4. Use child free time for yourself! Translation: Make sure you aren't losing all of your "useful" time to silly things that don't feel like accomplishments....Laundry is not nearly as fulfilling as finishing a project on the "to-do" list.  It may be easier to finish folding the laundry when the kids are away, but it is impossible to work on a pet project with the kids around. Do the house tasks the hard way and guard your personal time.

5. Start with a reasonable goal in mind each day. Translation: Rome wasn't built in a day.  Pace yourself, but get it done. Plan your day with your goals in mind. Be prepared for setbacks, but also be prepared and determined to make progress.

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