I really ought to know better by now.
For whatever reason, every single time I set a “do this daily” goal, everything falls the fuck apart. This time my whole household got covid. Or what we think was covid. We both tested negative, although it didn’t feel like how colds usually feel for us, it matched the descriptions of omicron, and because of the snow and ice the PNW got over the new year, there was literally one 15 minute period when I could have gotten it. What else is that contagious?
I’m also starting to realize that I often fall into the trap of setting goals I think I should have instead of goals I think are actually fun.
And, friends, I am too old for non-survival goals that aren’t fun. Like, I’m fine with goals related to saving money or whatever, but my free time should be fun. Fuck obligation.
Of course, I haven’t written daily. But I have written something like 20k words this month, and that’s not nothing. Considerably more than the minimum of the goal, even.
And the month isn’t even over yet.