But it's January, and I ate so much bread and drank so much wine in France and Germany that when we got back, I swore I wouldn't even want them anymore. Tell that to the cereal and toast I had for breakfast this morning. So, I'm challenging. I'm challenging at the gym, and I'm challenging myself, too. Most of the people I live with will also tell you that I'm challenging.
Here's the plan:
Much of what was going on in this picture was a to-do list of all the projects, piddly and not, that I have lined up. Many of them are small, some of them are easy, all of them are achievable. See that composition book there? That's THE LIST as it looks today. THE LIST changes and evolves, as you might imagine, as things are completed (a/k/a I write in pencil so I can erase things that I don't want to do). THE LIST includes things as small as e-mail the landscape guy about the weevils in the agaves and things as large as
stain and recover the new (old) chairs for the dining room. That I bought in 2010. Whatevs.
So, in addition to the godforsaken challenge at the gym, I am setting myself a 21-Day Get Your Shit Together challenge. I will purposefully engage in one of the projects on this list every day, reminding myself that not all projects will be completed every day. So, instead of The Project, I will have the projects.
AND I am resolving to blog about it. Everyday. For 21 days. I've been hot and cold on these pages lately. Excusable? Yes. Understandable? Yes. It's all okay, but I do love this blog, and I believe in what I'm trying to do here, so I need to back up my belief with some commitment. They say it takes 21 days to make a habit.