I used to set goals for myself every month.
I don’t know why I stopped.
Maybe because I thought they were stupid, that they were just distracting me. In truth, I think they were keeping me on track.
My goals for 2015 were divided into three areas of my life:
- Make a full-time income
- Write the South of Forever series
- Write a YA series
Get an apartment
- Have a date every week
- Be more patient
- Get a diagnosis
and treatment Eat healthier
- Do more yoga
Jury’s still out on the yoga thing. I remember to do it maybe once a month. #oops
The last time I set goals for the month was July.
That’s two months of nothing. Interestingly, I was super depressed throughout August and September. Does setting goals really impact my mental health that much? Maybe.
When I think about September, I think about new beginnings. But when I think of October, I can only think about the impending winter. November is even worse.
It doesn’t help that I feel so heavy because of the medication I’m on. Thinking is very hard right now. But I want those goals. I need something to refer to this month to keep me on track.
I think, when you are in a fragile place, you need to set goals that are super attainable but not too easy. I decided to pick three things that I’m already working on.
- Release Savannah’s Song
- Adjust depression medication
- Read 1-3 books
Savannah’s Song comes out on the 26th. I’m seeing my APRN tonight to do something about my meds. (I still think I want to come off of everything and start fresh.) And I’m already reading K.A. Tucker’s Ten Tiny Breaths.
Sometimes, when you’re down, you need to build yourself back up.
I’m a work in progress.