It's been almost 3 months since Jameson died, and when I look back on the time, I sometimes feel shame that I didn't accomplish more in my life, and then I remember my dog of 17 years died, and I was actually doing the best that I could with what I had.
Not every season of life is about accomplishing a goal.
Sometimes it's about grief, sadness, and survival.
I've had spurts of me working on goals over the last 3 months, but mostly I feel like I was staying afloat, and I guess that's what I needed.
I want to be working on a goal though. I want to move forward.
Jameson is not coming back, and it hurts me so much to say that and really understand the meaning of that, but I can't change it.
What I can change is what I do day to day.
A tool I use to forgive myself and move forward: the 3Rs!
Remind yourself you're an imperfect human like the other 8 billion people on this planet. We never had a perfect day, week, month, or year. There will always be hiccups along the way. You are not special for having an imperfect day, week, month, or year. You're normal just like the others.
Reflect on your motivation for change. Mostly, I am tired of being in the same spot I was a few months ago. When it comes to some areas like lifting, I've slumped down a lot and am nowhere near where I was 3 months ago. I want to stop feeling stuck and start feeling proud, happy, and accomplished. My self-worth is not measured based on my accomplishments, but accomplishing things down give me purpose. I want to feel purpose again.
Recommit to taking action. I took this week off from work so I could focus on one of my goals. I am going to sign off now and go work on that.
Forgive yourself for your hiccups and move forwad.
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