Is it that time of year again? Where I pick my head up, look around, and go “oh crap, where’d that whole year go?”
I don’t think I do it anywhere as regular as “Every January 13th” or even “every January,” but I do it fairly regularly, I think. I wake up, it feels like. Look around and wonder where I am and how I got here and why I went to sleep again when I decided I didn’t want to do that anymore…
Apparently it’s normal. I mean, that’s what mindfulness is all about fighting, after all, and so many people wouldn’t be working at mindfulness if they didn’t do the same thing.
Every year I think I need to get better at mindfulness. I need to start paying more attention. I’ll make a schedule, and I’ll use my bullet journal, and I’ll practice mindfulness and yoga and stuff and things and…
Yeah. No promises. All I can do is all I can do, and after the last year or so, I’m just proud I’m trying at all. I mean, look at this.
It’s not as bad as it looks though. I have been working on things, just not much. And I didn’t have the brainpower to record what I was working on, a lot of that time.
So, yadda yadda, new year, new plans, I’m gonna do better at the mindfulness thing, gonna pick up my bullet journal again, gonna plan and do things instead of sitting around on the internet all the time…
I’ve actually already taken steps in that direction. I got an Instant Pot last November, and I’m actually trying to cook more–and I’m succeeding! The other day my kid texted me at work to ask what was for dinner. I don’t think she’s ever asked me that before. In the past she wouldn’t bother, knowing my answer would be some variation of “I dunno, are you going to cook?”
So yeah. Onwards and upwards, or at least let’s try not to go backwards.
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