No One is Hopeless

 

I make goals for myself each month. I have two big goals that, on January 22nd, look like they’re nowhere near coming to fruition. The first one is to run six days a week (even if it’s just for a few minutes) and get my mileage up to 9.0 miles a week. That’s not a lot, if you’re a regular runner. It’s a baby step sort of goal, and I am NOT making it.

My second goal is to finish a first draft of my next novel. I’ve got 30,000 words right now, and that is also not a lot. I need some more motivation.

My motivation is that if I can, by January 31st, finish a crappy draft and run every single day, I’m going to donate $1 for every mile I run for the rest of the month and thousand words I write in my book. So if I end up running ten miles and writing thirty thousand words, I’ll donate $40 total.

My chosen charity is RAINN, because I’m a survivor of sexual violence, and if it weren’t for the therapy group specifically set up for survivors like me, I am almost absolutely positive I would not be alive today. I was so very close to the edge, where I thought I was hallucinating my childhood sexual abuse. No one I talked to supported me until I went to this group, talked to these women. Therapists like the ones supported by RAINN saved my life. The least I can do for them is make the most of every day. They taught me that no one is hopeless, least of all me. They brought me to life.

I thought maybe, if you have a goal, we could do this together. I don’t have any good way to collect money, but if you send me an email or leave a comment of your donation and goal, with YOUR charity of choice, I could post our goals and our donations on January 31st.

Oh, and my third goal was to swear more, and just LOOK at this post. Where’s the motherfucking SWEARING? What’s with the heartfelt shit? Are you up for it, bitches? Who wants to donate some motherfucking money and burn through some motherfucking GOALS and make life extremely, completely, motherfucking worthwhile?

I sure as fuck do.