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It's a new month and I have some new goals. But first, some accountable needs to be had for the disgrace of a month January was.
My goals for January were to stick with the whole30, keep busy enough to stave off depression, throw myself at crossfit, stick with daily to-do lists, write two posts for N Steps each week, and get a decent amount of edits done by shutting off everything until noon or my daily goal was met. And, ah - I've not really hit any of them. My whole30 was filled with cheats, my to-do lists petered out, I haven't written an N Step post since the first week of January, and I've only edited 20 pages over the past three weeks, when I should have closer to... well, 80 or 90. Hah-aaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
So I'm still struggling with productivity issues. The to-do list thing works when I actually do it, so I'm going to reinstate that rule for February: write a to-do list every night before I go to bed. Hold myself accountable with it the next day. I think I need some place public or at least with that public feeling to keep myself accountable. I'd say here, but I tend to put off posting here for much too long.
Other goals for February: establish a running schedule, work on push-ups, unlock the achievement of handstand, edit the shit out of this manuscript, volunteer like a ninja, and continue working towards gainful employment, possibly securing a part-time retail gig if the charter school decides to take me on.
Speaking of which, I submitted that application last week and finally heard from someone today who wants me to come in next week, see how their classes work, and have a chat. I re-read the email several times and realized I was being horribly defeatist with my reaction - i.e., obviously they don't want me, they're going to see me and tell me to go away. Which is ridiculous because they have my resume and know my background - if they didn't think I was qualified, they wouldn't have bothered to ask me to come in, right? So you know what? No more defeatist attitude. I am going to rock their socks off. And I'll be dreadfully nervous at the same time. Hah! Take that, defeatist-attitude.
My goals for January were to stick with the whole30, keep busy enough to stave off depression, throw myself at crossfit, stick with daily to-do lists, write two posts for N Steps each week, and get a decent amount of edits done by shutting off everything until noon or my daily goal was met. And, ah - I've not really hit any of them. My whole30 was filled with cheats, my to-do lists petered out, I haven't written an N Step post since the first week of January, and I've only edited 20 pages over the past three weeks, when I should have closer to... well, 80 or 90. Hah-aaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
So I'm still struggling with productivity issues. The to-do list thing works when I actually do it, so I'm going to reinstate that rule for February: write a to-do list every night before I go to bed. Hold myself accountable with it the next day. I think I need some place public or at least with that public feeling to keep myself accountable. I'd say here, but I tend to put off posting here for much too long.
Other goals for February: establish a running schedule, work on push-ups, unlock the achievement of handstand, edit the shit out of this manuscript, volunteer like a ninja, and continue working towards gainful employment, possibly securing a part-time retail gig if the charter school decides to take me on.
Speaking of which, I submitted that application last week and finally heard from someone today who wants me to come in next week, see how their classes work, and have a chat. I re-read the email several times and realized I was being horribly defeatist with my reaction - i.e., obviously they don't want me, they're going to see me and tell me to go away. Which is ridiculous because they have my resume and know my background - if they didn't think I was qualified, they wouldn't have bothered to ask me to come in, right? So you know what? No more defeatist attitude. I am going to rock their socks off. And I'll be dreadfully nervous at the same time. Hah! Take that, defeatist-attitude.
