Where Are Your Goals?
Imagine my shock when my roommate asked me that.
She didnāt say it directly, but the question was loud in the air. Where are your goals?
If you read my very realistic 2025 goals post from January, youāll remember that one of my big ones was simple: eat more fruit. I didnāt want to conquer the world. I just wanted to eat better!!
And for the first few months, I did it. I was committed.
Then somewhere along the line⦠life happened. Now? Iām down to like 3 fruits a month. On a good month.
So when she asked why I wasnāt eating fruit anymore, my brain short-circuited. Because honestly?
I forgot. Completely.
I laughed it off ā buttt letās not lie, there was nothing funny about realizing I made promises to myself, publicly, and Iām failing at them⦠also publicly.
That night, I lay in bed and started scrolling through the goals I set.
Just to check. You know, just in case I was still crushing it in secret.
I wasnāt.
Turns out most of my goals died somewhere around March. Which is wild because thatās actually a personal record. Usually they donāt even survive February. So, maybe⦠growth?
But then I thought, What if the things I planned didnāt work out, but Iāve still been growing ā just in ways I didnāt predict?
So I made a list of things I was proud of this year. Things that brought me joy, even if they werenāt on my vision board and some of them didnāt go as planned, but nonetheless they made me feel good at that moment:
I got a raise at one of my jobs ā and even though I donāt work there anymore, I remember how proud I felt.
I quit that same job. Yeah, the one that gave me a raise. Turns out, a higher paycheck doesnāt fix a soul-sucking role. I was anxious all the time, and even though I was scared to leave, eventually I did and I was so proud. I felt like my boss needed me and me leaving will disappoint him. Not minding that I was not fulfilled in the role. So, Iām so proud I left!
I landed a new, better-paying job! (Which, plot twist: turned out to be a disaster šš. I got fired shortly after I quit the old one. Life was lifing.) But I was so proud of myself!
I got the best grades of my academic life. I thought last semester would break me, but it gave me the academic validation I didnāt know I needed and felt really good!
I gave myself grace. Old me wouldāve spiraled into a mess of self-blame. But new me? She knows life is hard, and sheās just doing her best. And sometimes trying to survive is enough.
Iām slowly getting my spark back. And honestly? That alone is enough to be proud of. These past couple of months Iāve been feeling more like myself and Iām loving it š.
I started a Pinterest account thatās blowing up!
Yes! I started an outfit inspo Pinterest account and Iāve been getting thousands of views! I canāt wait to monetize it. Donāt ask me for my handleā I wonāt tell. I want to keep this one to myself!
So yeah, I might not have followed through on all my goals. I have no excuse, really.
But I also learned that life is still worth living, even when nothingās going according to plan.
And funnily enough, the things I thought would make me happiest ā like getting a raise or a ādream jobā ā didnāt.
Life keeps humbling me, but itās also showing me who I am underneath all the plans. And I kinda like her.
Happy new month š


"... life is worth living, even though nothing is going as planned."
What a line that is.
Now why will you deny us the Pinterest account. š. I feel you, I read out my goals earlier last month and it baffled me. But Iāve grown, I have. I should start updating my jar of wins again