Was an interesting month.
I didn’t do much to be proud of, really. I complained a lot about things and people. I was ‘busy’, rather than ‘productive’.
I did a lot of driving, a lot of writing. I spent money I didn’t really have. On things I didn’t really need.
January passed me in a bit of a blur. What did I achieve in the first month of the year?
Nothing, really. I submitted two assignments. I went to the gym three-four times a week, I got up at six o’clock every morning, witnessed some frost, witnessed no frost..
Sometimes it was sunny, sometimes a drizzle hung over the city, making everything wet and shiny, creeping up on us before we noticed it and drenching us slowly, menacingly.
I had some marriage hiccups. Some familial hiccups. But they all sorted themselves out in the end. As they do.
Did I achieve all my goals? I don’t know. I didn’t really have goals.
But I think in writing about each month of 2016, I might have a good picture of what my goals are, and how my year will turn out.
My husband said to me today, “I don’t want to chug away t work everyday. I don’t want to be like all the millions out there. I want to innovate and create and make this world a better place. I won’t do that designing lights for luxury cars while my fellow colleagues around me hobble past with mugs of tea.”
He has a point, you know.
My goals for February are to be more outgoing. Go to new places, do more things, be more creative, read more books, connect with my soul. Also get 85% in my next two essays. Also get my paints out of the attic.
That was my January. How was your January?