I am a dreamer, a dreamer with goals galore. You can call me a “goal digger” if you’d like. I even have the T-shirt. My writing, blogging, and business goals are usually the last things I’m thinking about before I fall asleep at night and typically the first things on my mind in the morning. I’m constantly brainstorming ideas for blog posts, articles, and personal essays. I’m constantly pondering ways I can grow See Jane Write, my membership organization, and consulting service for women writers and bloggers. It’s probably not inaccurate to say that I am obsessed with my work. Is this healthy? Is this normal? I’m not sure that I care if it is or not.

Because of my goal-digging ways I spend the month of December ready to pop. I’m bursting with excitement for the New Year. And yes, I am one of those people who loves New Year’s Eve. In fact, I’d be fine with fast forwarding through the stressful and obscenely expensive holiday of Christmas and skipping right to Dec. 31.

Yes, I am one of those people who create a long list of goals and resolutions for the New Year and, yes, I believe in magic. I believe that the act of hanging a new calendar on my wall will give me all I need to keep these resolutions of mine and to bring my dreams to fruition. I know it’s silly, but I am unfazed. However, a highly successful blogger that I truly admire recently reminded me and her other fans that when you have big dreams you must respect the process. Don’t stay constantly fixed on your destination, she said. You must learn to enjoy the journey.

I especially need this reminder in December; otherwise I’ll spend the entire month counting down to midnight of January 1. But how do we goal diggers do this? How do we set our aspirations for the next year and look forward to 2016 yet still enjoy the final days of 2015?...

Read this entire article at B-Metro.com. 

Can you believe November is already here?!

2016 is just down the street, around the corner, or however the saying goes. 

I like to begin each month setting goals for the weeks ahead.

Talking about money and personal finance makes me sick -- literally. I once threw up before a trip to H&R Block to get my taxes done. And I typically get a refund! 

When I was growing up my parents had very little money. We were no stranger to eviction notices or having the gas or electric services turned off. And money woes often led to heated disagreements in our household. 

Today I am a proud homeowner and my bills are always paid on time, and yet I still don't want to talk about money -- EVER. 

Enter Tracie B. Threadford. 

Tracie B. Threadford, my money makeup artist

I should have seen this coming.

For weeks I pushed you to the brink, getting an average of 4 hours a sleep each night, not making time for exercise, eating whatever was most convenient.

I should have seen this coming.

1. Sisterhood is alive and well, even during a zombie apocalypse.

image via Bust

What would you do if you weren't afraid to fail?

Last Thursday I walked into the Clubhouse on Highland and was greeted with handshakes, hugs, and a hot pink sash. "Inspirational" it read. I draped it across my body noting the nice contrast with my grey dress. I smiled as my proud husband took my photo for the obligatory Facebook and Instagram posts.

But I felt like a fraud.

On July 1, 2015 I decided to abandon this blog and begin posting regularly at my portfolio site Javacia.com.

But now I'm back.