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A Romantic Monologue ( To Love Excerpt)

by tiffanyTo Love Updates August 1, 2020April 17, 2020No Comments

A Romantic Monologue is the next excerpt from my new book To Love. All the excerpts of To Love can be found on the To Love section of my site. You can purchase the book on Amazon.

A Romantic Monologue

[A lone female in a flowing floor-length dress with a dark pattern, stands center stage on an empty black stage with a solo pale amber spot light. She starts with her eyes closed.]

Female

Let my mind be clear of thoughts of you. Quiet my heart from the daydreams your appearance creates.

[Her eyes open. She looks into the audience.]

How do I make reality out of these girlish fantasies? You are further than a world away; living among the nobility of this age, while I toil with only my dreams as an escape.

Truly the dreams are but mere lies, that my heart tells my mind. Perfection such as yours cannot honestly exist. You must wear a gentleman’s mask as a ploy for the ladies of your kingdom. Yes, the bright, warm person on display must hide a rotted center. I am sure that the loving smile and open heart is an act to create loyal subjects.

How would a charming prince, such as the one portrayed, survive in this cold hard land? The noble are as wicked as the corrupt rulers, that allow the wealthy to step on the poor? Understanding how a heart can stay intact and open, while among the pressures of aristocracy is beyond my mind.

Perhaps a day will come when fate will bid us a meeting, then my aloof admiration will yield to knowledge of your inner workings and reveal a beautiful mind. If fate is so kind, then my girlish fantasies will release into reality. Until that day comes, I will assure myself that you have perfected your art and the public is seeing a seduction act.

[FADE TO BLACK]

Want More?

To Love is sold on Amazon and if you would like to read more excerpts you can go the To Love Updates section of this site. I also created some fun promotional videos on Youtube.

Sub-Letter #11 (To Love Excerpt)

by tiffanyTo Love Updates July 4, 2020April 17, 2020No Comments

Sub-letter # 11 is another excerpt from my book To Love. All the excerpts of To Love can be found on the To Love section of my site. You can purchase the book on Amazon.

Please know I have added headers to this post that are in the book. It is simply for the blog formatting.

Sub-Letter #11

To my impending pookie,

I’m not writing in the coffee shop today. I am writing in my little studio apartment that overlooks a valley. Well, it would overlook a valley if trees were not in the way. It is still an amazing view.

It is nice writing here. I don’t have people walking by or people talking to distract me from my work. I am doing the distracting all by myself.

A squirrel will run up a tree near my window and I will then stare at the rough muted brown bark of the tree. When the wind rustles a small sapling that lives on the hillside, I will get lost in how the light and shadows make different shades of green. Sunbeams that hit the leaves make a light, happy green that I’m almost positive they bottled to create one of my bottles of paint. The shadows cool the green and adds touches of dark blue into the hue.

Middle School Romance

I will fight the distraction by telling you a story from my childhood.
When I was in middle school, I had a crush on a cute boy who was shorter than me. That made no difference to me. He was popular and was a cool kid. My little tween heart thought he was great.

One morning before class started, he walked up to me near our lockers. He had a question for me. This meant he noticed me, and my answer was at least interesting to him. I was excited to give him whatever answer he needed.
He asked me if I would be his best friend’s girlfriend. That wasn’t the question I wanted him to ask. I still said yes.

By lunch it seemed like everyone knew. I sat with my friends at our normal lunch table. One friend asked me if I was planning on sitting with my boyfriend. My answer to them was no and explained that he could come to me. I didn’t care enough to go to his table and felt as though if he wanted to be my boyfriend, he could put forth the effort.

In my mind there is a question if I ever talked to him again; I don’t remember talking to him. In all honesty, I can’t even remember his name. Maybe it was Pete, perhaps Paul, or it could have been Dave. Paul sounds almost correct, but I don’t think it was that. I even tried asking Ms. Music who was my friend and should have known his name. She came up blank though.

Present day distraction

In the present time there is a fly on the window sill that my desk faces. The little black fly is right in front of my desk. He seems to want to talk or he can’t find the opening of my crank window. Mr. Fly has a good size escape route, but can’t seem to figure the right route.

He found the opening. He just escaped the prison of the window sill. Perhaps he just needed a break from flying and was not stuck. I would like to think he is now off on a journey. No! A hero’s quest; in order for him to fulfill his life’s mission. He must now find the stinkiest pile of fly food and share it with his one true love. I am assuming in this random train of thought flies do have love. I know this may be significantly flawed, but whatever. It is how my mind is distracting me.

I will fight the distractions again with another story from my childhood.
This story is even older than my first boyfriend story. Truth be told, it’s more of my memèrè’s story. I only know it, because she’s told me it multiple times as if I remember.

The Neighbor Boy

I must have been around five. You should know I was never a girly girl and hardly ever wore skirts on my own accord. These facts are relevant to the story.
When I was young, I lived across the street from my grandmother, who I call memèrè, and the family pig farm. My memèrè was watching me, but I ran across the street to my home. I put on a nice, pretty skirt. It was white with little pink flowers and made of tough material, like denim. They may have been cherry blossoms, but they were on a vine. It is the one skirt I remember owning when I was a kid.

When I came back to my memèrè’s, I was in the skirt. She asked me why I changed. My answer was that I wanted to go play with the neighbor boy, and I wanted to make sure he noticed me. I guess I had a little crush on him.

If you get to meet my memèrè, it won’t surprise me if she tells you this story. She’ll also point out I still had shorts on underneath the skirt.

The only time I remember wearing a skirt when I was a kid is when I wore one while playing kickball. I slid into home plate and skinned my knees. I’m pretty sure you aren’t supposed to slide into any plate in kickball, but I did. My memory has me wearing the same white skirt with pink flowers.

It may have been my favorite skirt as a kid. More likely the details of the skirt were not important enough to save correctly, and my memory is adding a likely detail.

More Distractions

Okay, I just got distracted because I looked at my television. The different shows I could record popped into my mind. I also have shows recorded and others I could stream. Maybe I should restart the show about a mad man in a box or the show about two brothers and an angel.

Even the way I stacked the two used tea bags from my earlier drinks is making my mind wander. I wonder if they will fall or if I could use them for some weird art project. Perhaps I can just use them to stain a canvas as a base color. I’ve only used tea to stain paper to make the paper look old and distressed. Using tea bags to stain or paint a canvas is something I’ve never tried.

I think I need to share my writing with you and go do something else for a little while.

Want More?

To Love is sold on Amazon and if you would like to read more excerpts you can go the To Love Updates section of this site. I also created some fun promotional videos on Youtube.

Tiff’s Tips: Assess and Have Goals

by tiffanyTiff's Tips, Uncategorized June 9, 2020June 4, 2020No Comments

It is important to set goals for yourself and your creative life. I find the more often I write my goals down, the more focused I become in achieving them. Once you have your goals set, you must also assess your progress.

It will not be very helpful to you if you only write the same goals repeatedly and not assess your progress. Perhaps you’re setting goals that you’re not achieving. If you do that, it will add undue stress and pressure on you. Maybe it’s too easy for you to meet your goals. If your goals are too easy than your not challenging your self or improving. If you don’t assess them, you may not progress at the correct speed for you.

Goal setting is a balance and a dance. Some weeks or months you may achieve more than you thought, while other months you may not achieve that much. This is just the way of life. You shouldn’t expect success to be a straight line or even expect you will meet all your goals on the first try. The key is to not beat yourself up on the slow goal for months and accept that you can learn from failures too. This is a lesson I remind myself of often.

The best way I’ve found to use goals is as a marker on your journey. This is easier said than done, at least for me. When I set goals, I want to achieve them with flying marks, but sometimes life gets in the way. Other times I set my goals too high. There are times I meet my goals or surpass them, but often those times are few and far apart. The goal with goals is to see the progress over time and to keep you focus on the main path you’re on. You may have to adjust your goals while you are assessing your progress. If you do it for a long enough amount of time, you’ll see that your progress can motivate you further down your path. I know it has pushed me along my path.

This is part of Tiff’s Tips a blog series. I have also done a goal setting video series on YouTube.

She and He (To Love Excerpt)

by tiffanyTo Love Updates June 6, 2020April 17, 2020No Comments

She and He is an excerpt from my new book To Love. All the excerpts of To Love can be found on the To Love section of my site. You can purchase the book on Amazon.

She and He

They met in a dream. He owned the dream which trapped her. It was a mystery to him how She became trapped. He only knew She could not leave his dream.

At first, He thought She was a figment of his imagination; something his sub-conscious created. He became certain She was a real person, when She disagreed with him and had opinions of her own that did not match his. They were in fact soul-mates, which meant they were perfect for each other. Every time they disagreed or had differing opinions they were stretching and growing each other, the way you do in a healthy relationship.

She always looked for strong, tall, good-looking nerds. He always looked for someone smart and beautiful inside and out. Both He and She found it hard to find their matches. They did not fit into most groups in reality, so He retreated into his mind. He would dream of the girl who would in return dream of him.

She dreamed of him. How much she dreamed of him was hard to explain. She saw the possibility of him everywhere. She would ask herself if the man behind the counter was a possible match. Perhaps the truck driver in front of her car would fall in love with her? Could it be the man that smiled at her on the street? She tried to find a fit in with every man She met, but they never looked towards her to be their match.

Then one day He and She met in their dreams. They sat in an old gazebo surrounded by cherry blossom trees in full bloom. As they sat in each other’s arms they talked and they shared vivid stories that came to life on a screen in the gazebo. He woke and She waited.

He would work the day and tell her all about it when He fell back to sleep. She enjoyed watching his memories replay and He loved to narrate. The nights turned into weeks.

Then one night She did not meet him in his dreams. She had freed herself. His dreams no longer trapped her, but She could not find her way back to him.
Now He waited in this dream state. Without company, the night dragged on. He could only wait in his dream until reality woke him.

Normal dreams crept back into his life. He gave up the hope of her. He succumbed to the belief that She was simply a fantasy that once lived in his dreams.

The day that brought their realities together started like any other normal day for him. Nothing would stand out as abnormal or interesting until they met.
Their meeting would change their lives fast and forever.

He visited his mother in the hospital. His mother was admitted for a small stroke and was already quickly recovering.

He took the elevator up to his mother’s floor, but never reached his mother’s room. The lady He had dreamed about was walking slowly towards him. She struggled with every step while wearing a hospital gown and a bandage around her head.

He saw her before She saw him. It was not until He was rushing towards her She even realized that He was a possibility. They warmly embraced and never again questioned the reality of one another. They were together and always would be.

Want More?

To Love is sold on Amazon and if you would like to read more excerpts you can go the To Love Updates section of this site. I also created some fun promotional videos on Youtube.

Tiff’s Tips: Start where you are

by tiffanyTiff's Tips May 5, 2020June 4, 2020No Comments

This post may seem out of place, since he first 3 posts in this series dealt with where you are going. However, you first need a map before you can start your journey. Now that you know where you are going it is time to figure out where you are. Just like any other journey you can’t start from a different position. You need to start where you are.

You may say I need to start my journey across the street you still need to get across the street. Once you start walking across the street you start your journey to where you need to be. The journey starts when you start working or walking towards your goals.

This is the same with your creative life and creative goals. If you already answered the questions about where you want to go, you already started the journey.

Another point you need to be aware of is that you cannot expect to run if you are still crawling. Let me go back to the street analogy. If the bus stop is on the other side of the street you still need to cross the street before the bus can pick you up. That does not mean the bus will never pick you up, you just have to do something to get to the bus stop.

This may seem obvious and maybe realizing where you are in your creative life will be easy for you. Others may have difficulty with this.

My start

I know figuring out where I was and my first steps were not easy. Each time I looked around I was expecting to be in a different place in my creative journey. I thought I knew everything I needed to know, but when I stopped to assess I realized I was still at the beginning.

My end goal was and still is to become a full time artist, but it takes more than just doing art to make that happen. I needed to be research marketing strategies, audience growth plans, and just basic business stuff.

Once I had a rough map I needed to start actually working towards my goal and walking my journey. I needed to cross the street get on the bus, get off the first bus, hike a mountain, and do a little dance. I’m still on journey, but can see my start and how far I’ve gone. That is a good feeling.

This is part of Tiff’s Tips a blog series. I have also done a goal setting video series on YouTube.

Sub-Letter #7 (To Love Excerpt)

by tiffanyTo Love Updates May 2, 2020April 17, 2020No Comments

Sub-Letter #7

Hey there Mister Mystery,

There are so many unanswered questions about you in my mind. Only you can answer these questions. It is hard for me to have questions remain unanswered. However, I am learning to be patient and work on becoming my ideal self. I’m finding enjoyment in bettering myself and keeping myself busy with working on my goals. Also, I find it easier to wait for you when I am regular with praying for you or just praying in general.

If I’m working on me and drawing closer to God, it is easier to see I’m doing all I can.

Praying and drawing close to God also helps me to see what I can change and accept what I cannot. He is a great comforter and guide.

You know what? I can even give you a more step-by-step explanation on how I deal with not knowing you and not knowing all the answers I want to know.

First, I read the Bible as much as I can. Most of the time this means reading between 6 and 18 chapters a week. The more scripture I read the more I learn about what God has already done for those who love him. My confidence in His power and my faith in Him knowing what is best grows with each chapter I read. The more I read, the more God becomes my life’s foundation and I realize how secure I am.

I also pray daily. To be honest with you, like I promised earlier, some days it is just a quick good-morning or “please, be with those hurting people.” Other days, I will spend half an hour in prayer that starts with thanksgiving, but most of the time my prayers flow into venting all my hurts and problems. After those times of prayer, I leave refreshed knowing that my problems are in God’s capable hands. Again, He is a great comforter for your soul.

In addition, I try to journal 2 times a day as reflection, each time is about 1-5 sentences. It is when I wake up and when I go to sleep. Most of the time it is just notes either about how I slept or about my day. Sometimes it is just, “I need to pee!” Other times I can’t fit everything I want to say in the space I have given myself.

I like to review my goals and well my life at least once a month. This helps me stay focused on my goals, which helps a lot. If I’m on my game, I’ll review my goals and set new ones every week. It keeps me on the life path I want to be on and moving towards my ideal life.

Another good thing I do is what I’m calling self-dating or dating myself.

This means that almost every week, more often than not on Fridays, I’ll do something that could be a date. A lot of times it is going downtown for Sushi and then taking a walk while eating ice-cream. I’ve also gone to see a movie by myself in the theater or rented one from an online store. Some of time it’s buying good food from some place I like and relaxing at home for some me time.

All these things help me learn about myself, my needs, and how to be patient. Learning patience is a process though and at this moment I want the answers now. I want to know who you are.

I want to be my dream self and to figure out how to be my ideal self. I hope to be the dream girl of my dream guy. In my later writings I will explain what that means, but I’m still trying to stay in the correct chronological order. You’ll just have to wait. I also need to hunt down that writing, since it was hand written. It could be anywhere.

I own a lot of notebooks, since most of the time I have multiple notebooks that I am writing in at a time. Each has a theme such as journaling, creative writing, daily notes or ideas, and studies. I have also started project notebooks. As the notebooks fill up the themes or categories will sometimes blend. I mean sometimes a random thought comes about a writing project and the closest notebook is my journal. That or my train of thought will go from one topic to another with little warning. Once these things start my concern for keeping the theme correct will lower and soon it is all a mixture of ideas. This causes some difficulties in finding a particular writing.

I have begun to date and index my notebooks. I should note that I have only done this for my daily notebook, which I bring everywhere. The other notebooks, that are only for projects, are still complete messes of ideas. The complete mess of idea type of notebooks have dates, but that does not help when you don’t know when you wrote something.

Well, that was an off topic tangent.

You will notice I do that often. I hinted at that with the pogo-stick thought process. In my other writings I will edit the random off topic bounces out of my writings, but I will not do that here. I want to tell you everything and show you the inside of my mind. I want you to know everything about me, because one day I will learn everything about you.

To answer your question that I think you are asking. Yes, I realize that sounds stalker-like and creepy. I do not mean to be creepy sounding. I really am not obsessive. Let’s just ignore the fact that I am writing a book long love letter to someone that I don’t even know.

Hey look, a change in the topic.

In the end of 2011, I moved back to the east coast for a couple of years. I wanted to be around my family and thought moving back home would be the best thing for me. In a way it was. I learned a lot about myself, God, and my family when I moved back.

When I was planning the trip, I thought I would show my family my new life and spreading what I learned about God. I wanted to shine God’s light on to my family and share the little I understood about Him. He had different plans. Towards the end of my 2 years of living on the east coast again, I realized I did not go there to teach, but learn. I learned what I needed to be happy and now have a better understanding of my family members that I don’t think I had before. It took moving away, growing a bit, and moving back to show me things I missed before. I think it was a bonding experience for me and my family.

My time at home, living with my mom, step-dad, sister, and nephew, also grew my relationship with God. I had my social life built into my living situation with my sister, Poison-Berry Pie, nephew, and my mom living in the same house. Since I didn’t need to leave my home to be social, I had extra time on my hands. My mom mentioned that she did not agree with how much Poison-Berry Pie and I stayed at home. She thought we should be more social, but we were social. It was just we were social with one another and that was enough for us.

After years of fighting as kids and Mom telling us we would be best friends when we were older, we became best friends. It’s just that Mom thought we would have more friends.

I also did not have to drive far for work. I worked at a warehouse that was only 15 minutes down the road, if I drove slow.

I used my extra time to study the Bible and write.

Once I was settled into my living situation I had to search for a new church on my own. I was now exploring different styles and hearing different pastors speak. It widened my church experience and helped me filter down what I appreciate in a church.

I learned that I dislike typical churches where all the members appear to be over cleaned or born in pews. I know we are all cleaned by the blood of Christ, but I mess up and I don’t want to feel as though I have to hide when I fall. There is no growth or true community if everyone is hiding their flaws. It is like asking a flower to grow to the sun, but only letting the blossoms into the light. It won’t be truly healthy unless the whole plant is in the sun.

Another issue I had with the churches filled with people who appeared too clean was I felt like I had to dress a certain way to go. I enjoy expressing who I am through my appearance. Sometimes that is with a fun shirt with an elephant reading. Other times I express myself with bright red or blue hair. Although I’m sure I could technically do these things at the abundantly clean churches, I would stand out and draw attention to myself. Most of the people in the highly clean churches would wear nice button up shirts or dresses, which I also enjoy doing. I want the option to be whoever I want to look like any day of the week.

God sees me every day and I spend time with Him every day, so why should I look different on Sundays. I never understood wearing your Sunday best to church.

I also learned that I like smaller churches where I can connect with people. I want to be part of the community of the church, learning, and growing with people. I cherish real community and spending quality time being with fellow church members.

With each church I tried to go to a Bible study or small group. Besides the church I ended up going to for most of my time living on the east coast, the Bible studies were all female studies. Out of the two I remember I felt more welcomed and similar to the one with older ladies. The women that were my age seemed more focused on their husbands, kids, or other things that I could not relate to. I was clearly the outsider in that group. The older ladies primarily kept our time together focused on God and seemed more relaxed or use to their lives. They also noticed and included this shy introvert.

That was another pogo-stick bounce of thoughts. I only wanted to tell you I moved back to the east coast for a couple years. I guess expanding and sharing a little about my time there may be helpful or at least interesting. It shows that I struggled to find my church and feel as though I didn’t fit into some different churches I tried out.

Want More?

You can keep up to date on general information on To Love by going to To Love’s update page and read more blog posts and excerpts by going to the blog category. I also created a video playlist of promotional information.

You can now pre-order the e-book version on Amazon.

Attending church in 2009

by tiffanyGod Shows Up April 28, 2020February 25, 2020No Comments

In 2009, as summer faded, I attended church for the first time since high school. My new interest in Christianity brought me to a large multi-building church with my friends. It was unlike the Catholic churches I had known as a child. This church had modern with chairs instead of pews and different rooms. It even had a bookstore.

The main sanctuary had a stage and screens. The walls were beige, not stone, and there weren’t any stain glass windows. Plus, they had a sound system and theatrical lighting that would change for the different worship songs, that I did not know, yet.

My friends, who I moved out to California with, were going to this church, so one Sunday after I chose to try out Christianity they brought me with them. I still remember the newness of walking into this odd, but normal looking building.

After the first service, I approached the information table and the lady there gave me a mug and information about the church as a welcome gift. She seemed to care that I was there.

A few weeks or months of us going to the morning service passed. We then learned about an evening ministry. It was about to become its own church. It was a smaller, more intimate church named Elevation.

We couldn’t get enough of God and learning about who He is and how to follow Him. We kept going to both churches for a while since the time didn’t conflict. Both churches then also begun Bible studies, so the group went to one from each church. Both Bible studies met during the week in the evenings.

We were on fire for God and supported each other to be more and more involved. Soon I was helping in different ministries for both churches and trying to get as involved as I could. The others were also serving and helping.

God flooded and saturated our lives that first year. We grew immensely in our relationship with Him and our understanding of Christianity. It was a lovely spring board that set up our future paths. It is part of my life that I am truly grateful that God gave me and the group. He was the one that grew us and gave us all the opportunities to grow.

Want More?

For more blog posts in this series, you can visit my God Shows Up page. I also have a YouTube series that goes hand in hand with this written series.

I Believed (A Poem)

by tiffanyPoetry, Poetry Portfolio April 21, 2020January 5, 2021No Comments

“I Believed” is a poem about my relationship with theater and my beliefs. They have changed over the year, but one thing remains true the stage is part of me.

I don't think I ever truly believed;
not in what was given to me,
not in what I once chose.
No I don't think I ever truly believed
in Wicca, in paganism.

No I didn't believe
in the magic of nature;
not fully,
not until I saw a creator.

What I truly believe in was the stage.
The lights and sound.
I truly and fully believed
in the magic of theatre,
the constructed fantasies.

I truly believed in 
standing tall and giving it my all,
shedding reality showing my soul
with words written, but not my own.

Yes,I believed in the stage,
but confusion of a new life,
in the growing to be an adult.
I forgot.
I turned from my first love
as though a choice had to be made,
as though it was the Creator or the stage.
Not realizing the creator made me for the stage.
Not realzing that all of me deserves to breathe.

Now I believe
There is a Creator up above,
who smiles and loves
when I take the stage and am all of me.
Now I believe
in all of me.

Want More?

If you would like to read more of my poetry please take a look at my portfolio. You can also watch a few of my poetry readings.

Second-Hand Love (Excerpt from To Love)

by tiffanyPoetry, To Love Updates April 11, 2020April 17, 2020No Comments

To Know First

As part of promoting my book To Love, I will be sharing a few excerpts for the book. These will include both the main chapters, which I call ‘sub-letters’ and the creative pieces that I mixed in.

My heart desires to write a love song
so deep, so true;
one that brings tears
or makes you say, “oh my dear.”
Desire fills me to write words
that could move mountains
or the hardest soul.
Darling, please urge yourself to weep,
as my romantic heart breaks,
because the only love I've known
seems to have been a mistake.
It was far away,
long ago and healed with time. 

The heart that broke is no longer mine.
The love I knew is a faded dream,
a distant mystery; 
nearly hidden
in the darkened valley of the changed girl.
Yes, I loved once,
but it was not deep, not true,
so how can I tell you of love?
What romance can I give,
except second-hand?

Want To Know More?

You can also now purchase the book on Amazon.

Tiff’s Tips: Have an Ideal Life

by tiffanyTiff's Tips April 7, 2020June 4, 2020No Comments

Like any journey you need to know where you are going. You need a X that marks the spot. Part of that is defining what success means to you and figuring out if you are a hobbyist or artist. Another aspect of figuring out where you’re going is to have an ideal life.

Having an ideal life means that you know what you need in life and you have an ultimate end goal. When you are just starting out the perfect life you have in mind may be vague and hard to define. It’ll morph a bit and become more defined in time.

How I create my ideal life.

I regularly write my ideal life down on in my journal. This helps me to see if my heart is changing and also solidifies my ideal.

First I break my life into sections.

Spiritual
Job/ Creative Career
Relationships
Mental health
Physical health

I then write a few sentence about how I want my life to be in those areas of my life. If I have enough time I’ll then combine them into one paragraph explaining how my best life would look.

It is easiest to start with a rough idea and then work it into having an ideal day.

Example #1

In my ideal life I am a full time artist who is involved and active in my church. I have close friendships in whom I can trust and great relationships with my family members. I work out and journal regularly and eat healthy. I am consistently working on bettering myself in all areas, so that I can become the best version of myself.

Example #2

In my ideal life I wake up early, before 7, and pray before I read my Bible. I then do a short workout before I have my breakfast and start my day. Each work day is a little bit different, but I work long hours on my visual art and writing. Each day I also find time to text, talk to, or hang out with the people most important to me.

You see having an ideal life doesn’t need to be a long or highly detailed thing. It just needs to be clear and what you want your perfect life to be. It’ll help you keep on track.

This is part of Tiff’s Tips a blog series. I have also done a goal setting video series on YouTube.