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List of GOTTAS

          Now that the Christmas decorations are packed away, it is time to move on into 2017.  Anyone who knows me will not be surprised that I make yearly goals, lists and lists of things that “GOTTA” get done. 
          These are not resolutions, those pesky things people profess to do then abandon by mid-February.  Unlike the forgotten exercise equipment, the unused gym membership, or the hobby accessories that get thrown away at Easter, my “GOTTAS” are based on goals that will get done.  It is do or die.  Literally.
          G – these Goals are contingent on dates, amounts, and completion.  They are Gaugeable. I have to lose ten lbs. to be at the weight for my height.  I lost thirty-five lbs. last year; I will lose another ten this year.
          O – these goals are of Obvious necessity for my own physical, emotional, and spiritual well-being.  I need less stress; more fun.  I need to do something Out-of-the-box; learn something new to stay young and healthy. I must do new things or else I will become obsolete.
          T – these goals are painful Truths, things I should admit to and demand for myself. I must give myself permission, power, and priority when overwhelmed by the wants of others.  
          T – these goals are Time-bound; Time is of the essence; not only for someone of my age but for anyone with a goal in life. I am not getting any younger, any more flexible, any more energetic.  I do not have that many years left to get everything done on my bucket list.  
          A – these goals must have an element of Altruism, unselfishness, giving forward.  I mustn’t forget to share my good fortune with those who aren’t as blessed. My brain years for Art and creativity.  My right brain would like a go at it after years of left brain dominance.
          S – this goal yearns for Spirituality and calmness of spirit.  It yearns for less Stress and more Smiles, enjoyment of a life well-lived.  The new year provides a chance to Start over and try Something New.
          So here they are – my GOTTAS.  Based on this criterion, I am scratching things off my lists and adding others.  No sin in admitting that what worked last year will not make it onto the list this year. 

          Happy New Year to you. 
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