You're only as good as your word, they say. “My word is my bond” is like when you tell your friends you’re definitely hanging out and then proceed to bed rot and doom scroll TikTok in your pajamas instead. It’s that whole vibe of promising the moon and delivering NOTHINGGGG.
Anyway, earlier this year I set out to write down my goals and start tackling them.
My goals included:
Getting fit
Starting school
Saving money
Cooking more
Biking more to use Uber/Lyft less
Limiting my porn watching
Less weed
Meditation
And guess what? Ain't shit happened the way I thought it would or planned. I got a gym membership at 24-Hour Fitness to get fit for the summer and I’ve gone 3 times since I got the damn membership...
I started school and dropped out the same week because I AM NOT CUT OUT FOR REMOTE LEARNING—don’t judge me, please.
I went through most of my savings; hahah I have $1300 saved up (that’s barely 1 month’s rent).
Ya girl has cooked maybe 30 times this past summer.
The porn watching has definitely improved; I feel pretty good about that, actually...
In the end, my journey’s been like a wild rollercoaster—full of unexpected twists, turns, and maybe a few loopty-loops I didn’t sign up for. It’s a solid reminder that goals aren’t set in stone; they’re more like clay that you can mold as you go. Consistency isn’t just about sticking to a plan—it’s about rolling with the punches, learning from the chaos, and growing along the way.
Pues sí (SOOO YEAHH), my goals might have taken a detour from the grand blueprint I had in mind, but I’m here for the ride and curious about what comes next. Sometimes, the best thing you can do is embrace the messiness and find joy in the progress, no matter how imperfect it looks.
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