I haven’t made a single goal or resolution for 2024. Mostly because I experienced massive change in so many of the twenties before it. (2019 anyone?) We made two big moves, one of them out of state for the first time in our lives. We closed our business, changed jobs, completely renovated two homes, and jumped into retirement just as inflation hit.

I also wrote two more novels. One about Madge, and one about Jack & Henry.

Early in December, I gave up the idea of any big challenges for this year. But, last week, my doctor told me losing one or two pounds can improve my blood pressure. I am astounded. Sixty-eight years of living with gravity, and I can still be surprised by it.

(Evidently, weight is another word for the force of gravity. We are all being pulled toward the earth’s center with a force based on our poundage. I’m in no danger of flying off.)

So, two pounds. I accept that challenge. I went home and discussed it with my favorite doctor, to whom I have been married for nearly fifty years. He reminded me that tiny changes make a big difference.

I don’t have to run a marathon, just move a little more. I don’t have to become Vegan, just eat a little less. I don’t even have to write another novel this year. Just a scene or two maybe. A conversation between a couple of charachters.

Of course, you know where that will lead. My imaginary friends can never stop at one conversation. They are sure to wake me up tomorrow with a whole story to tell.

But, that won’t be my Big Goal. I’m sticking with #TinyGoals24.

Want to join me?