I love how Monday rolls around and I get this strange motivation that the beginning of a week will be different than all those other “failure” weeks. I have this confidence that if I was able to drag myself out of bed at 6 am and work out to a particularly hard Jillian Michaels video, then I can conquer the world.
Today was no different. I woke up in a really good mood. I got 30 minutes of intense work out in, and I made my lunch and fixed my breakfast, and I had minutes to spare before my husband got ready to carpool to work.
I arrived at work feeling READY. I tasked out all the things I had to catch up on, and I made a plan. As usual, most of my work was done in the AM, and now I’m working on my goals for the evening.
If I’m this productive in the day, hey, why don’t I try that schedule again? Meaning – it’s a new week, I will go back to trying to work at an art/creative schedule after work.
I grabbed the post-its and opened my calendar and laid it out.
GOALS PER DAY:
– 30 minute morning workout
– 1 drawing/sketch
– 1 hour of editing/writing or 500 words of writing
– 15 minutes of yoga/meditation
– stay under 1500 calories
Seems doable right? But there’s always this underlying fear in the back of my mind that something is going to trip it out. Murphy’s Law has put a target on my back. The shotgun is ready, and he’s already digging pitfalls for me to encounter during my perfectly pristine week of simple goals.
Maybe I have time to still fill those goals in barring any trip ups. Maybe I have nothing to worry about.
But I made a pact with myself, and I’m the person that I can let down. Let’s see what happens.
I always bet on myself.