In the last two months, we moved, I quit my job and started a new one, I was the maid of honor at my oldest friend's wedding (no, that's not me in the picture). And oh jeez, I've written about this before. We had houseguests and plants and a trip to Washington for Will's grandmother's 90th birthday. I had my first paid freelance writing job (more on that when I'm legally allowed to disclose information - the product hasn't been released yet). I fell behind on my unpaid freelance writing. We still haven't finished unpacking. I went to IKEA and ordered curtains from Cost Plus, and due to some sort of terrible measuring, I have to go return things to IKEA and re-order curtains from Cost Plus. The fun, it never ends!
Life is as it is, though, right? The good and the bad and the being fall-asleep bored and the being so busy you don't know what to do with yourself. It all happens, and it all happens together.
For now, I make lists. Of things I want to write, and of things I want to do, and of things I want to share. I have so many recipes stacked up in my mind that if I just quit it all and did nothing but cook and bake every single day I'd have enough recipes to keep me going for at least a year. I had this whole "when we move, I'll be better at making healthy food" thing going, except then we actually moved, and I was drowning in cardboard, and the last thing I wanted to do was shop and bring MORE into the house (or cook and make a bigger mess), so we've been eating out or ordering in a lot. Much more frequently than we used to. Not good for the body, not good for the wallet. I also said that "once we move, I'll exercise more," except then I got tired from unpacking, and the gym was no longer on my way home, and I came up with all kinds of excuses to go home and sit on the couch.
All this is to say that sometimes we make goals for ourselves that we don't reach, even if they seem totally reasonable and achievable. Sometimes we need to remind ourselves, in public, online, that we had things we wanted to do. Sometimes the goals need specific, attainable, trackable elements to them (ie: "I will exercise 3x per week every week"), but I find those goals to be a little hard in my real life. If I am too specific, I put too much pressure on myself, and don't cut myself enough slack when life gets in the way. There's something kind of reassuring about softer goals, goals that you set just to remind yourself of the path you're choosing to walk. While there are definite benefits to concrete objectives, general lifestyle goals can be helpful too, I think.
Here are mine:
- Cook more. Healthier, fresher, with more frequency. Substitute white spelt flour for A/P flour the next time I buy (thanks, Shanna)
- Take a ballet class, starting Wednesday of next week (I miss ballet - it's exercise, and it makes me happy)
- Regularly go to yoga, starting Thursday of next week (good for the body, good for the mind)
- Share more recipes on the blog
- Post something about our patio garden and the weird white spots on the squash plant's leaves
- Knit, even though it's not cold yet (my next project is for charity)
- Finish unpacking, but don't stress out about it. But finish soon, because it's time for Fall decorations.
So there you have it. Some goals, and some brain-dump.
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