Late to the party
I know it's five days into the new year but I've finally made up my mind.. I’m not setting any goals for this year. Let's give that a shot for once. 🥃
Each January, like many of you here, I typically set goals and prepare a hefty to-do list of all the things I want to accomplish. Then comes December, and I’m stuck strategically curating what I did do so that I don’t feel bad about everything I wanted to that I never got to.
As a perfectionist, I tend to push my resolutions to the side because I get overwhelmed with everything I know I need to do in order to succeed. Maybe it's the fact that it’s written in ink somewhere, and that pressure is just too much for me.
It's not that I can't "lose weight," it's just that if I want to reach my weight goal, then I'm going to make sure my meals are prepped every Sunday. If that's the case, then that means I have one less day over the weekend to spend with my loved ones. And if I'm going to eat clean, then I have to go to the gym which means no more TV and no more blogging whenever I want. Is it really worth sacrificing all that and forgetting about the other goals I've set...?!! So then I don't start at all.. That's the bloody cycle on repeat. Every. Year.
Some will say it's just me being dramatic but really it's my rigid, catastrophic thoughts. I guess that's just the way my brain is weirdly wired... I'm not excusing it this year, I'm just giving it all a break while I work on reframing my extreme thinking and learn to be ok with half ass shit my best. So this year, there will be no goals, no expectations... just my running bucket list and quiet intentions. I won't be pursuing anything formally, I'm just letting things happen as they should. I have a feeling that I'll get a lot more accomplished this way because I won't have that pressure on my back. Cheers to change! 🎉