I geeked out over goals this year. Of course, with my indecisive ways, I won’t decide until May — at least — which of those goals I plan on putting into action and which will be neglected.
The only goal worth sharing is this:
Within five years, our annual Christmas/New Year letter will consist of Jer and me sitting among farm animals playing the part of the nativity: Mama Sow with a kerchief of blue, three roosters strutting with their combs raised, a bantam chick settled in straw, a sheep or two with little turbans atop their heads…
These are the kitschy sort of things I dream up when living exam to exam.