Oh, May. What the fuck happened here. It wasn’t even a shit month or anything, I was fine and dandy, but still. Hold onto your hipster glass and ironic hats, babies: I reached zero of my goals. Not the books I was going to read, not the yoga, not the juice fast, not the 10,000 words. Nada. Zip. Apart from some tequila-filled nights in Spain when I was 18, this May may be the worst example I’ve set.
Turns out when you lose focus, things go to shit. My focus got all scattered this month; I was working on manifesting (post on that soon!), writing the next e-book, and in between those times real life, relationships and work got majorly in the way. Or I let them get majorly in the way. As well as my ego and other issues. Anyway, of course I am a little bummed about it, because I would have gotten a lot more done if I had reached my May goals, but I understand what went wrong and learnt something out of the deal. Plus, whenever I think “I reached zero of my goals” out loud it makes me laugh a little: only way is up!
I’m going to switch between Manifesting- and Goal-Oriented months. That way I can give whatever’s in front of me my (reasonably) undivided attention, allow myself some space to recharge in an area and keep it interesting on both ends. I like switching things up.
I haven’t decided what June’s going to be yet, but considering I’m still finding coins every day I’m thinking I’m just going to keep it a Manifesting Month and go for Goals in July. And I’m excited for both. Have a great weekend, cheers!