For the first time in my life, I find myself writting in my head a list of goals I want to achieve next year. Some are mundane, some are harder to achieve. I thought about sharing that list here.

Please consider sharing yours as well. Consider it like sharing ideas, something to push others in to thinking about small things they can do as well just because they can.

Now, without further ado:

The List

  • survive

A reminder from j4k3. Should always be a priority.

  • renew my entire fleet of hand tools and, if money allows it, some power tools

I have lot of maintenance chores, renovations and improvements to do around the house and my current tool stock is essentially shot, so…

  • start making furniture for my house

Have you seen the price furniture goes for these days? I have a carpentry shop nearby willing to look at my doodles and work out the details with me and make the rough cutting of the big pieces that require precision tools for it. I’ll have to take care of the rest.

  • put together a cook book with my partner

This just came to me/us the other day.

Throughout this year, we shared with a good number of people food from our table. We are not foodies nor trained chefs, we just enjoy having good, tasty, healthy food. Many people told us they could never make what we cook daily and a few even told us we should open a place of our own. Because we’re not that insane yet, the book will do.

No publishing intention: it will be about putting together a collection of recipes anyone can follow and share it. All inclusive.

  • paint the freaking walls

  • finish that computer tech course

I’ve been playing with computers for twenty+ years. Now I want my know-how recognized. And on this I have money tied and a deadline!

  • write my own first book (romance, with raunchy bits)

Or should I say just put it together? I write my fantasies basically since I was taught to put letters together to form words. My biggest flaw is that I’m my worst critic and I drop draft after draft. Well… it needs to end.

  • work with my dogs

I have two, very over reactive dogs. Of the big kind, that are constantly fighting each other for no reason. I need to do something to counter this.

  • get back on working on my plot of land

That place is a fire hazard and I want to start growing my own food again.

  • read more books

As an added incentive to culture and reading habits: support an online ebook repository, download and keep offline copies of as many books you can manage. Culture is the worst enemy of bigotry and ignorance.

    • j4k3@lemmy.worldEnglish
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      2 days ago

      I would coordinate with their preferred time. I don’t eat meals or go anywhere except to the doctor every 3 months. I eat when I’m hungry, not when I’m told or fed like a farm animal. I mostly struggle with the psychology that staying up late is an act of rebellious freedom. As silly as it seems, I struggle to overcome that in practice. Yet I’ve worked every imaginable shift including 7/12’s at night for months at a time in the past. I’ve raced bicycles when my start time for my category is just before sunrise. I can absolutely control my timing of my day, but I can’t defeat the psychology that I’m subjugating myself in some way when I do so. I’m not naturally a morning person. So why should I let standard time dictate when morning time is or is not.

      I went from 350lbs to 190lbs because I took control over my diet and the psychology of meals and arbitrary food consumption that I struggled with growing up. I’m willing to bet that time holds a similar subtly unhealthy twist on daily psychology. That is an internal perspective that has little relevance to interactions with anyone that may or may not have a similar self awareness.

        • j4k3@lemmy.worldEnglish
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          2 days ago

          Rode a bicycle everywhere. I even spent a year doing 33 miles each way to work. Back then I could ride a hundred and still function for the rest of the day. I was riding at least 400 miles per week.

          I started just trying to ride as cheap transit. Then it became a quest of exploring myself and my potential. The more I rode, the more I was punished for my poor diet. By the time I started working in a bike shop I was around 250lbs maybe 275lbs. I knew that taking a job that far away would be super challenging, but potentially forge me into something anew. I started racing then too. The commute was getting to me around the time a nicer shop was opening near me and I landed the job there. The owner tweaked my last few bad habits and got me down to 190lbs. I’m not disciplined like that now but I’m under 220lbs, which is after spending 90% of every day lying in a bed after the car that disabled me. I still eat almost nothing processed and cook all of my own food.