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I had a goal for the month. I wrote about it on here and bought a new diary and everything.
The goal was simple: get more organised.
Somehow this month ran away from me at cheetah’s pace and it’s now pretty the end of the month and I don’t really have anything to show for it.
I have opened the diary.
I have stared at the pretty pages and read the quotes that are at the top of the page for each week. I have marveled at it and all the possibilities that it holds. I have even written in it.
But for the most part I’ve written in it retrospectively. I’ve sat there on a Sunday and just thought about the week and what I did and then just written it all down to make the week look busy.
I was originally going to approach this a little bit like a bullet journal, and I still will (because yes, I am determined to make this a habit this time), and just make quick notes about tasks I need to do and other events that might be worth noting and all that jazz, but I guess because I am not in the habit of that it’s just not really happening.
I tried to carry my shiny new diary with me but I just kept forgetting about it so it didn’t really add anything to my day to day life. I didn’t refer to it at all throughout the day which means that carrying it around was kind of pointless. And so then I took it out and now I just sort of don’t refer to it as much.
In fact it has just sat on my living room table for the past week or so and I’ve not opened it. But I want to.
The difference between this instance and all the other countless attempts is the intention. I mean yes I kind of bought the diary because it’s very aesthetically pleasing, but it is also for the first time kind of holding me accountable to get my shit together.
It’s nowhere near as together as I would like it to be, but I feel like come the next check in I do for my goals this year that there may actually be something to report on regarding this particular one..watch this space.
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