Do we all say this:  “How has the year already passed?” For the last two years I have set specific, measurable goals.  Each year I’ve pushed myself. I’ve not been perfect, but good enough.  I liked how the goals have changed me.

I started throwing some ideas on a flip chart for next year’s goals.  Keri Smith‘s book, “The Imaginary World of —“, popped into my mind.  I’ve had it for two years, but have never done anything with it.  It wasn’t even on the bookshelves, but hiding in a lidded bench.  Who put it there?!

It’s an intriguingly empty book, every few pages is another exercise to build my own imaginary world.  It scares the beejezus out of me.

I talked to a friend about it.

Steph:  You don’t ever write in books do you?
Me:  No.  Never.  I never even highlighted a book in college.
Steph: I don’t think that’s what it is.
Me:  No.  I’m afraid that I’ll fill it in and someone will see it and it’ll be wrong or not good enough… [Oooh. Awful grade school art project memories are coming up just writing this.]
Steph:  You know there’s no wrong way to do it.
Me:  Yeah. But that doesn’t make me feel any better.
Steph:  If you write in the book, you become a part of it instead of standing outside of it. It’s a completely different experience.  Writing inside it will change you in ways that even doing the exercises and writing them in another notebook couldn’t.

Guess I’m going to do this next year.  eep.