January was a month where time couldn’t seem to figure itself out. One minute it seemed like time was flying by, the next I was asking “how is it still January?”. And now it’s halfway through February, and I’m only just writing my January update.
It’s been an interesting start to the new year.
I’m writing this post (super) late not only because time has been fickle, but also because it can be hard to write about failure- especially when it’s only month one.
In the month of January:
- I didn’t write as much as I would have liked- and definitely not 15 minutes every day.
- I didn’t read that much, finishing only 2 books, and all of Full House and Fuller House.
- I made zero progress on any online course, and zero progress on a personal project.
- My apartment is no more livable, nor is it much cleaner.
- I have done nothing new.
- What’s meal planning?
- And I ran extremely inconsistently.
But writing these blog posts always reminds me of the good things too.
- I wrote and ran way more in January than I would have without setting a goal.
- I started my own version of a bullet journal, and have been maintaining it consistently since the year started.
- While I initiated this last December, I’ve started volunteering with the Kingston chapter of Cystic Fibrosis Canada.
- I bought a book full of exercises so that I can learn what you’re supposed to do at a gym when you’re not doing cardio (which I haven’t read yet, but one step at a time there, eh?).
- I finally feel like I know how to skate again, and can feel myself getting better every week. I’ve begun working on the preliminary steps to landing my axel, although this may be a lonnng process.
One month is never long enough to make progress on all my goals, and having goals outlined that I’m not hitting 100% sometimes makes me feel like I’m failing. But no matter how little I do in the course of a month, there’s always progress to be found somewhere, if you just look hard enough. And with the ‘why’ being ever-present, there’s always a renewed effort to try, try again.
