One of them was to do what Nicole over at Writes Like a Girl does--Small goals! Nicole posts once a month with ideas for what she'd like to accomplish each month, then she updates us at the end of the month with what she's finished and what she's still working on. I love this because it makes me feel like, by reading about someone accomplishing their goals, I am finishing something myself. This is a complete lie.
Jennifer did a small goals post in a FANCY way with all manner of pictures. I mean, just look at it.
She made that picture happen. Because she makes things. I have decided to do the same, in a more Laura way.* I am sure this is not what she had in mind.
Because goal one has stolen all of my time and energy, not enough fitness has happened. I have been bike riding (and almost dying in thunderstorms), but it is not the same. Go back to the gym, Laura.
I am the meanest person in the world...to myself. This will be a goal forever, but this month I am really trying to do better. I'm trying an app called Headspace on the recommendation of Maureen Johnson. I read her post about anxiety and decided to give it a try. We'll see how that goes.
I have wanted to do this for three years. No one will go with me. Maybe I'll go by myself. Maybe Darcy will go with me if I bribe her with beef jerky.
I redid the closet. Complete with new shelving. I am not refilling it with everything that was in there. It was a mess. I must go through my clothes, get rid of everything that does not fit and everything I do not wear. I am bad about this. I always think, "I might get bigger again and need this," or "I will probably wear this again, even though it has been four years since I've looked at it." I redid my closet, and I am not putting clothes back inside it that don't get worn. If this means making a capsule wardrobe, I will do that. But seriously, something has to give. I cannot have a closet full of clothes and only six shirts I wear.
* This is for two reasons: 1. I do not know where to find fancy pictures 2. I did not want the crisis of choice. It takes me hours to choose a single piece of clip art...how terrible would I be in a world of stock photos? This post would never be written.