Now that it’s September, I thought it would be a good time to write about some of my 2021 goals, LOL. I meant to do this back in January/February/March, but
sh*t life happened. I love setting goals and I think I started doing a 19 in 2019 list, then 20 in 2020, and 21 in 2021. I heard about this on the Happier with Gretchen Rubin Podcast. I like it because you can put major things on it (like plan a 40th birthday trip with my sister) or just stuff you want to get done (complete Singapore photo album).
Every year I have a reading goal. I kept my goal the same this year as last (30 books). I think I may have read 32 or 33 books last year – go me! So far this year, I think I’m one book behind, but having the goal keeps me reading, which I love. I usually have some sort health goals like swimming or walking a certain number of times each week, and I usually have a goal related to playing the harp. I also change my goals if needed, which is nice. One of my goals this year was to take some sort of class with J. Well, that’s not going to happen. So now my replacement goal is to NOT get married in 2021. This should be an easy one considering I’m still married to J (and I’m not into polygamy and can’t even handle having one husband) and I’m not dating. Wish me luck!
The other thing I wanted to write about today was this magic I came across. I’ve been buying fresh flowers about every other week and I love them. Except last week I bought hydrangeas and like a day later, they were all wilted! I was pissed. Then I decided to talk to my friend, Google, to see if I could do something to save them. And I found magic. Here’s what I did:
The wilted one:
I filled my bathroom sink with cool water, trimmed the stem, and submerged the entire bloom into the water (I use a bowl to hold the stem down so the bloom stays submerged):
And left it for a few hours. Here’s what I came back to:
F*cking magic! I’ve done it twice now with the same blooms and it keeps working. Maybe everyone already knows this trick, but I thought it was pretty cool.
And when I’m not goal-setting or saving
the planet a flower, I’m usually a dog bed:
Hope you have a great Sunday!