Happy Thursday y'all.
I know we all thought of last week as this week timey-wimey type of week where nothing made sense, but this week feels up there to me. No one is focused at work, I've been existing in what feels like a weird little void, but according to the calendar, we keep on chugging along as though there is a drum beating in the background. (Or, as usual,
Anne Helen Petersen describes it so much better than I can.)
It's also fascinating how we all (or okay,
most of us) fall into this "new year new me" mentality. Even if you don't, you
do. Whether it's a new agenda/planner that you
know that you'll finally use (which you abandon after four days), or the workout regime that you
know you will do consistently (and give up after three days). And hey, I'm not calling you out - I'm also calling me out. I'm struggling to use a
beautiful new planner, and I did day one of a yoga challenge and things happened so I haven't been able to do it for the last few days.
But what's funny is while I was worried about not continuing that new attempt of a habit, I was on a walk. You know - that silly little mental health walk that I started maybe June 2020 and have done every single day since, minus one or two days where I physically could not move. And that wasn't even a thing I was planning on becoming a habit, and yet, it's one of my longest held habits (besides like, idk. Eating food). Fascinating that I followed habit forming practices (such as doing it every day at a certain time, so when it becomes that time, I need to go out and walk), instead of, oh I don't know, an arbitrary day of the new year that I decide I will change things.
Again, calling me out here but also I guess it's a gentle reminder that you can plan one billion things to start for the new year, but if you just treat yourself kindly and keep moving towards what you want to accomplish, that's all that matters.
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Bye y'all. Have a good week.