It’s almost two weeks into the new year and I’m already messing it up. How is that possible? Well, for me, keeping goals is extremely hard. Unless it’s for eating a whole pumpkin pie in a day. That is totally do-able but also something I’m trying to avoid.
My goals for this new year were…
- Lose Weight/ Eat Healthier
- Train My Puppers (She’s adorable but uncontrollable)
- Work on My Writing
- Read One Book Per Month (No, it has not been a whole month yet)
The biggest goal being losing weight because I need to lose about 60 pounds. Getting into shape has always been a struggle for me. I feel the ups and downs everyday. The hardest part has been to exercise more aggressively. When I say aggressively, I mean like AT ALL. It’s just not my thing. I find a way to avoid doing it every single day. Although, I do try to walk the dog every day at least and stretch a bit. So, that’s something right?
The other goals that have proven to be even more difficult are reading one book a month and work on my writing. Why? I can’t seem to figure out. Maybe it’s because it’s finally time for me to start my career as a writer that it feels like a weight. A giant weight. I’ve wanted to do this my whole life and now that I have the opportunity I feel stuck. I’ll go to work then do chores around the house so I can have time to sit and read/write but nothing. Even writing this post was a struggle. I want to do this.
And, maybe it is because I think I need to write in order to save myself from my day job. That I need to write because I need to make money. Because that is my career of choice. I don’t know.
But I do know that I want to write because I love to read. The stories I read as a child have given me the ability to write. I want to follow in their footsteps. I want to create amazing things because I know I can. So no matter what the reason for the writer’s block, I know that I need to push through these anxieties because I love to write.