I just had to. We love watching soccer, but don’t actually watch a lot of it. The World Cup has reminded us of our love for the game. With our budget, we are on the family plan of Directv, and consequently, most of the games we watch are on the Spanish channel. We don’t speak Spanish, but they sure add some excitement to the game.
This post has been simmering in my mind for a while now. Setting goals for myself has been one of the most effective tools in my road to wellness. I had to look back at my journal to find these. I started simply, picked goals that were the most important to me. 1. Write in journal. 2. Meditate. 3. Yoga. 4. Hug, kiss, love family.
These were my first goals that I set on November 7, 2012. It is awesome to look back and see how far I’ve come! At that point, I had started recording what I ate and what I did throughout the day to try and track where my pain was at and really focus on what I was putting into my body. It really gave me a good idea of what I needed to change in my eating habits.
I found a revised set of goals on July 9, 2013. 1. Shower. 2. Journal. 3. Meditate. 4. Love. The simplicity of this list may seem pointless to some, but at that time, I couldn’t handle more than that. Those were the things I knew I needed to do to heal myself.
I found “BABY STEPS” written in the margins a couple times and also this list of steps that I felt would help me “be healthy and happy both mentally and physically”. 1. Focus on the positive. 2. Offer encouragement. 3. Yell less, hug more. 4. Be a better listener. 5. Be conscious of what you say.
By August 6, 2013, my goals had expanded to add friendship, blog, sew and clean. I stopped writing in my journal after that. At this point, I was trying to add getting my kids to school in the morning to my list. That turned out to be a little too much for my energy level and our budget. My husband was going that way so it made more sense for him to take them. I let myself go backwards at that point. I felt like I had no reason to get up in the morning. Even if your life changes, there are certain things that are good to keep. Getting up in the morning with my kids gave me time with them and I felt better with a set wake up time.
February 2014, I got back to my sleep schedule. I set my alarm for 7 am whether I have anywhere to go or not. I try to go to bed at the same time, knowing that even if I don’t or if something wakes me up (like my 5 year old kicking me in the face), I don’t have to let that ruin my day. March 31, 2014, I started journaling again, keeping track of what I did all day; writing down what I was doing and the time I started. My journal sat on the kitchen counter. I was amazed by all that I accomplished in a day. Writing down the time I started something made it crystal clear how long or short tasks took me to complete. When you are on the internet or watching television all day, you lose so much time. Tracking my time made me aware of how I was spending my time and let me set goals to spend that time better.
I set goals again, but they expanded beyond what I ever thought I’d be capable of again; feed the cats; straighten the bed; shower; clean the cat litter; dishes; straighten the bathroom. I started with those things and built upon them. It became a challenge to me. I even wrote “no excuses” a couple of times. There was no judgement if one day’s list was longer than another day’s. Being kind to yourself, forgiving yourself and loving yourself is key.
May 21, 2014 was the last day I kept track of what I did all day. I started to notice I was writing less and less of what I’d done with the time; not because I wasn’t doing anything, but because I was doing so much that it became tedious to stop by my journal all the time. I feel so positive now, that I don’t need to chronicle every little achievement. I can look at something, see the changes I’ve made in that part of my environment and feel pride in myself. I don’t look at the things I do with a critical eye and I don’t talk down to myself.
I’m still the same person, I just look at everything differently. I don’t wish things were different, I make them better, or I let it go. It is a beautiful way to be. Yesterday was kind of rough. We did so much the two days prior and went to bed so late, that I was dragging butt all day long. We went to a late lunch and then to an arcade/mini-golf place. I mostly sat and read, while I let everyone else run after kids. I just didn’t have any fuel in the tank. And it was okay. I was there, even if I wasn’t up to participating, I was there.
Today, I’ve already checked my garden, watered the lawn, posted to both blogs, and started laundry. I have plans to finish laundry, weed the garden, do my Zumba DVD, and finish a skirt I started sewing last week. I may even do more than that, but even if I don’t, it’ll still be okay.