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Tuesday, January 17, 2023

It’s a New Year – A Time to Dream Big, But Be Realistic: Learning to Take My Own Advice ..... by Delsora Lowe

SETTING GOALS

January is always the time of year when we set goals and make resolutions. How many of those we keep throughout the year is questionable. So, my advice to myself for starting each new year, and keeping on-track throughout the year, is to start planning in November and December of the previous year.

As I have often discussed in the past, I belong to two goals groups (one has a daily check-in and the other a weekly check-in) and I set out annual goals that I start working on before the new year begins.

I find if I plan, write-out that plan, check-it twice (oh, wait – that’s my naughty or nice, holiday wish-list,) and check it often (at least once a month) to ensure I am on schedule, I am more likely to achieve what I wanted to in any given year.

Having said that, life gets in the way – whether it is personal set-backs or things beyond our control, readjusting goals all through the year is perfectly acceptable. And healthy. No point in making goals that will cause stress.

REASSESSING

If you are anything like me, you have high hopes and ambitions during those down-times that are less stressful. But once you get into the midst of head-down, get-er-done mode, it is easy to get overwhelmed and become negative. So, the second part of my advice is to give yourself leeway to readjust your goals from time-to-time. And that means, you can put off achieving a goal until later. It also means when an opportunity arises, you can squeeze-in or replace one new goal for another one that can wait to be finished.

SMALL INCREMENTS

As is normal at this time of year, there are plenty of experts who have advice. This morning on the news a psychologist gave some sage advice (wish I could remember her name.) Instead of setting a lofty goal (such as my goal to release 3 books this year,) set goals that are the steps to that goal. In my case, I have three books already written, so my next step is to edit them (which is my stated goal with the intention to also publish them.)

Editing a book is one goal. Releasing it is an entirely different goal. Instead, I also need to adjust my stated goals to work on the next steps (after editing) to getting each published. Those steps can include sending the edited manuscript to a professional editor, then a formatter, then commission a book cover, etc. And while that might be a lofty goal, it also means that if I edit all three books during 2023, I can then take the next steps, one at a time. And I may or may not get all three published this year. I may get one published and another one formatted, and the third one sent to the professional editor.

I now realize I need to adjust those goals to show incremental steps.

PROS AND CONS

Setting goals can help you push yourself forward. But setting goals too high, and overachieving, can wear a person out and cause a person to not reach goals. The key to staying sane is flexibility and readjusting goals along the way.

REALISTIC VERSUS PIE-IN-THE-SKY

The other piece of advice to myself every year, is to be realistic. It’s okay to set stretch goals. At the same time, add in variations of what that goal will look like, so readjusting goals won’t make you feel sad or bad.

Always remember – not meeting a goal is not a failure. It is an opportunity for adjustment so you can achieve that goal under different circumstances.

CELEBRATE

Here’s to a happy and successful new year. But also, here’s to a realistic and non-stressful new year as you reach to achieve new goals.

How do you prepare your annual goals or celebrate your successes?


One of my goals is to edit and publish the next Cowboys of Mineral Springs book.


Check out the series links on Delsora Lowe


~ cottages to cabins ~ keep the home fires burning ~

Delsora Lowe writes small town sweet and spicy romances and contemporary westerns from the mountains of Colorado to the shores of Maine.

Author of the Starlight Grille series, Serenity Harbor Maine novellas, and the Cowboys of Mineral Springs series, Lowe has also authored short romances for Woman’s World magazine. Her newest novella is The Love Left Behind. Look for both a Christmas novel (The Inn at Gooseneck Lane) and novella (Holiday Hitchhiker) later this fall. 

Social Media Links:
Author website: www.delsoralowe.com
Instagram: #delsoralowe / https://www.instagram.com/delsoralowe/

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Friday, January 24, 2020

When your wedding plays like a scene from the Godfather.....

January's theme is  to share a funny story about family/friends. Mine is about my wedding day.

I've been married 175 years.
Well, really 32, but it seems like 175 - in a good way!

I got married on December 26th and the actual date was hailed as the coldest 12/26 in 75 years. Not a good omen to be sure.

The day started with a fight between my mother and me about my choice of eye shadow. Stupid, right?
It went downhill after that.

I'd decided to walk myself down the aisle instead of choosing between my father and stepfather. Neither would capitulate to the other because neither thought the other had a "right" to give me away. My decision almost left me parentless at the wedding.

The Priest had a serious case of conjunctivitis and no one wanted to receive communion from him, esp. when we all saw him rubbing his eyes throughout the ceremony.
Would you?
The pinkeye must have challenged his memory because he forgot about the readings I'd chosen and the people I'd chosen to do them, and read his own choices, leaving my friends in the ecclesiastic dust.

The Parish didn't allow rice to be thrown for good luck, but did allow birdseed, so I'd made hundreds of little linen packets filled with seeds that guests could open and then toss for good luck, with the added gift that the birds would get fed. Why the Church thought there would be any birds present on my wedding day, the coldest day in 75 years, is a mystery, but... Some guests ( not my side of the wedding) thought it was hysterical to toss the whole packet at us, ending with me being bruised and battered before we got to the reception.
Not funny at all.

Remember that fight about the eyeshadow? It escalated when my mother found out she was sitting on the left side of the room. She wanted to be on the right. Why? Who the heck knows. She was in the throws of menopause and the hormones were making her -- and everyone around her -- nuts.

My stepfather fought with the DJ because he said the music was too loud.
It wasn't.
My father fought with the DJ because he didn't like the music.
Too bad.
My husband of an hour fought with the photographer ( who really was a pain in the butt) because he kept interrupting us whenever we tried to visit out guests.
That part's true.
My grandmother fought with the wait staff. She thought the food was over cooked and under-salted. It wasn't. But she'd been nipping from everyone's champagne glasses at her table, so....
One of my step-uncles, the one that family gossip said was an enforcer for the local Mafia capo, had a gun tucked into his waistband and made sure the wait staff saw it and knew it was loaded. He also moved his chair to a space where he could sit with his back to a wall and keep an eye on the entrance doorway to the ballroom.
To this day I wonder if he was expecting a mob hit attempt and wanted to be prepared to shoot it out, shades of ScarFace.

I'd purchased little 4 packs of Godiva chocolates for favors for everyone and had placed a box at  every place setting - almost 200. They cost me a small fortune but, hey, you only (want) to get married once, right?  My step cousins very loudly complained the candy tasted "cheap." This started an argument between my menopausal mother and her equally hormone-raging sisters-in-law and their children about manners and keeping one's mouth shut.
It didn't end well.

By the time we got to the cake - chocolate buttercream frosted with chocolate cake and Swiss mousse for filling, tensions were so high in the ballroom, I seriously wondered if an Animal House-like food fight was about to erupt.

My husband's side of the room tried to ignore the mounting tensions on my family's side of the room, but I did notice a few of them checking their watches often. Probably wondering how much more of this ridiculousness they had to endure, or if they should leave now before the fists started flying and the cake started sailing through the air.

All in all, I couldn't wait to leave the reception myself and wished hubby and I had flown to Vegas for the weekend and gotten married by an Elvis-clone like I'd wanted.

Now you may wonder why I'm sharing this under the umbrella of a "funny story." Well, to me it is. Now, 32 years later, I can laugh out loud at all the ridiculousness, personality clashes, and plain craziness that encompassed the day. It was the perfect non-auspicious beginning to a long and successful marriage.

My darling daughter is getting married this year and you can bet her wedding will be nothing like her father's and mine.

First of all, I'm on meds for menopause....hee hee.

Bio: Peggy Jaeger writes contemporary romances and rom coms about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can’t live without them.

Family and food play huge roles in Peggy’s stories because she believes there is nothing that holds a family structure together like sharing a meal…or two…or ten. Dotted with humor and characters that are as real as they are loving, Peggy brings all aspects of life into her stories: life, death, sibling rivalry, illness, and the desire for everyone to find their own happily ever after. Growing up the only child of divorced parents she longed for sisters, brothers and a family that vowed to stick together no matter what came their way. Through her books, she has created the families she wanted as that lonely child.

As a lifelong diarist, she caught the blogging bug early on, and you can visit her at peggyjaeger.com where she blogs daily about life, writing, and stuff that makes her go "What??!"

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