I've just been struck by the thought that January was totally the month where my brain fantasized greatly about a fantasy self.
Coming back to my previous musings, last month I sat down and joined a book club session in hopes that it would motivate me to read more and to nudge me out of my comfort zone. Neither happened in the following weeks – I was convinced I wasn't welcome, I had bought the book for February (TWICE!) thinking I would join the next one, and now that it's only a week away with only one page to show that I've read it, I've regretted going to it in the first place.
What makes a book club great? I wouldn't know – that was my first one. I wish I had a truly different experience, but as it is, that particular book club isn't for me.
Another instance of my fantasy self coming to play was the fact that I never even tried to even write on the analog journal/workbook that I had printed out (also twice). I was envisioning a month where I would be off my phone, busying myself with reading and cozy hobbies, but that only lasted for a week.
What I've been successful with so far has been going to the gym, and I really hope my motivation doesn't wane throughout the next couple of months. I also think I'm more keen on going is because I have an accountability buddy doing this with me, and I'm happy to see the hubby just as motivated to do this as well.
What's next this month is a toss-up between starting another semester with just one online class and juggling all the books and materials I've accumulated over the last month (bought, library, etc). Hopefully I get a little more time and routine down too.