I love the first of the month. Something about it just feels like a reset. A do-over. A clean page. I went to sleep last night with a genuinely positive mindset, excited about what this month could look like if I just executed on the things I keep saying I want to do.
Here is what I planned for this morning –
Wake up at 4:30. Stretch. Get some thoughts down on paper or outline my next few blog posts while the house was still quiet. Get a thirty-minute workout in. Get myself fully ready before my girls were even out of bed. Start the month of strong.
Here is what actually happened. I snoozed until 5:50.
From there the morning was a full sprint. I bathed both girls, got them ready for school, and gave myself approximately twenty minutes to pull myself together before walking out the door. No workout, no quiet time, no blog thoughts. Just survival mode with mascara and a prayer.
But here is where I am choosing to land –
I came home for lunch and took my dog on a walk. It wasn’t the workout I planned to do, but it was movement and I am counting it. I jotted down a rough outline for a new post while I had a few minutes. Small and imperfect, but it’s something.
After work I picked up the girls, came home, made dinner, reset the kitchen, and loaded everyone into the car for softball. Both girls had games last night and again, tonight. On nights like this we do not get home until after 8pm which means we get dinner in fast, get to bed, and whatever did not get done simply does not get done. Last night that was baths — which is why I was doing them at 6:00 this morning.
It is not always a dramatic failure. It’s just a softball double header on the first of the month that quietly rearranges everything you had planned. Getting them to bed late starts a domino effect on my evening. I get to bed late and that’s where snoozing my alarm come into play.
The little wins I am choosing to count –
I walked; I got steps in even when the workout did not happen. I am going to bed with a clean kitchen and a reset house. There is a pile of clean folded laundry on the dresser that I did not get to, but the kitchen is clean and that counts for something. I sat down and wrote this post. Which means I showed up for this even on a day when showing up felt like the last thing I had energy for.
Some days the win is not the goal you set. It is the fact that you did not quit on it entirely. Right? Or am I just telling myself that, so I feel better about not being hitting the goal today? Either way, tomorrow I am trying again.
That is the whole point of a commitment. Not that you execute it perfectly every single day. But that when you fall short you do not use it as a reason to stop; you just try again tomorrow.
So tomorrow the goals are:
Get through the morning calm and happy. Maybe I shouldn’t start there… because morning routine with two girls can definitely bring out the worst in me. Get a thirty-minute workout in. Find some quiet time for peace and reflection — reading or writing, either one. Drink my collagen. And hit my protein goals because apparently that is everyone’s goal right now and I am not above joining the movement.
The laundry will get put away too. Probably.
If you set goals at the start of this month and today did not go the way you planned, same. Just try again tomorrow. That is all any of us can do.
New month. Same us. Still trying. 🤍
XO, Sabrina
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