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Day Eight

short term goals for the month and why

Well obviously my first goal for the month is blogging everyday and finishing the 30 Day Challenge.

I am absolutely crap at maintaining a daily routine around anything, I can't even remember to take my medication everyday. I have countless notebooks that have the first 5 pages filled with good intentions and the rest of the pages blank. I have tried blogging before and I have been moderately consistent with my other blog over at its-me-tif.tumblr.com but I have also had many many blogs that have gone nowhere. When it comes to blogging I think I worry that no one is interested in what I have to say, or they will judge me on what I write, but since being on twitter I've realised that no-one on the internet really has anything to say! *wink*

I was supposed to be working on my goal of losing some weight this month as well but I'm just not feeling it. Its also been on my short and long term goal lists for the last 18 years so I'm sure its will be on my list again next month.

My other most important short term goal for this month is to enter as many of the Canon Photo 5 Competition Categories as possible. There are 5 categories (hence the clever name) comprised of up close, portrait, movement, black and white and a sound inspired open category. Each category also has a theme, which are (in order of the categories listed above droplets, bubble gum, confetti, incense smoke and the noise falling things make in old school computer games. It will be the first photography competition I've ever entered and thanks to Kacy (@iKacy) I now have a much better understanding of the different settings and capabilities of my camera and lenses. Now I just have to come up with 5 concepts that fit the brief!

So I guess my October is all about creativity! Lets get creative!
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