I have been forced to re-think some of my targets because I have reached and even surpassed quite a few. Not this first one, though; I may have set my sights a mite too high on this one:
Ride my bike twenty out of thirty days. (0/30)
Decorating, an absent child and several migraines mean I have barely been out on my new old bike; certainly not enough to say I have started this challenge. I tell you this in an effort to shame myself into getting back in the saddle again.
Find another 64 challenges for the list. (27/64)
I have a new challenge, inspired by Elizabeth of 1sojournal, who did it with poetry:
Find 26 unfamiliar words, one for each letter of the alphabet; then use them in a post a day for 26 days. (Words: 5/26)
Expose myself to four new experiences (3/4)
This week’s enjoyment of baking was definitely a new experience for me!
I think I set my target too low for 1001 days, so I will adjust it to twenty new experiences.
This challenge is related to
Try out three new recipes (6/3)
I didn’t expect to complete this one so soon, if at all, so I will up the target to 15. I don’t want to put too much pressure on me; who knows when I’ll next feel like cooking? The urge may never come around again in my lifetime.
Submit thirty poems to competitions or publishers (7/30)
I sent off a poem this week; and I plan to send another to a different competition.
The poem I sent is probably too lighthearted for the judges; but I adhered to the theme and it was free to enter, so I sent it anyway. If only to stop Viv nagging me.
Read thirty books (15/30)
I’m already halfway through this challenge so I think I’d better up the ante to 101 books.
This week I read the last Dick Francis; and finally finished a book I started two years ago and came across when I was rearranging the bedroom in an effort to locate the power lead for my netbook. I failed, but the book was compensation.
Called Dear First Lady, it’s a selection of letters to and from, well, American First Ladies. A fascinating insight if you’re into that sort of thing, which I am. And a reminder that my husband buys the most thoughtful presents in the world. If only I would stop misplacing them.
Write 101 new poems (153/101)
We are at Day 133 of 1001 and I have already written 153 poems. I think I may have underestimated my poem-writing capacity just a little. As a result, this target is going up to…drum roll please…1001. A poem a day.
Reach 13000 comments on my blog (11,878/13,000)
The rate at which I am reaching this one caught me by surprise. I thought I was stretching a point by aiming for 13000. I’m going to double it and add the number I first thought of, to make it 30,000.
As you can see, a lot of re-thinking of original targets has taken place. Either I was unrealistic to start with, or the cake-baking success has gone straight to my head. Time will tell.
Don’t forget to check out the other 101ers, to my right. And we still welcome new challengers. You should think about it – I never had so much fun doing things I mostly want to do anyway.