Building Rome – my first goal list
There are several things I know about myself.
- I would get my pinky toes surgically straightened if that was a thing
- I need whiskey in the apartment
- If I am stressed or upset about something, even without realising it, I: smoke, lose sleep/sleep poorly, obsessively think about what has upset me, drink (more than usual), cry easily over ridiculous things like a shoelace snapping, get short-tempered with people I love, laugh very little, get a break out, get a cold sore and avoid time alone.
I was going to make my very first Building Rome goals list more about getting over my breakup. But I have done an internal checklist and realised that actually…I’m not going through any of these things. I have no idea why, but I am happy, I am spending lots of time alone, I’m not really drinking, I’m not thinking about things, and I only really genuinely wish him well. He was a fun addition to my life while we were together. I seem to have nothing to get past and work on. Hooray for me!
However, the rest of my life is something of a shit show. Well, in some areas anyway. So now that I am joining in on the game, my goals are more about my life ambitions. And my body and general health. Here they are (inspired by* the Mental Mama category system):
- Financial: I will not spend any money (obeying these rules)
- Fitness: I will go to crossfit three times next week
- Creative: I will get started (one page min) on the outline for the TV series idea I have
- Health: I will take my own lunch to work each day next week
- Creative 2: I will write 2 pages for my chapter of the book I am cowriting with one of my BFFs.
There. Getting those done for a week will make me feel pretty awesome!
It’s a short week too, since I’m in Finland until Monday night. On something of an extreme holiday. Not in the usual sense of adventure sports, but because the girlfriend I am going to visit is severely pregnant and a small human could pop out of her at any moment. The very idea that I could be called upon to be of service in a birthing situation gives me cold sweats. Come on little girl, hang in there until I am on the plane home! 🙂