I seem to have bad luck when it comes to setting goals for myself.
January I wanted to do more. I wanted to get out of the house and do some solo adventures while the hubby was on night shift. I also wanted to write more and start my goals for the new year. Well, it’s already two days into February and all I managed to accomplish last month was to clear out my reading list.
The freezing cold temps here in Korea has made it difficult for me to get out much without bundling up so much I can only waddle around. I seriously admire anyone who can live in these environment consistently. I’m sure by next year I’ll be a little more used to it (fingers crossed) but this year is just miserable for me. So I spent the majority of January curled up in the warmth of my home, wrapped in cozy blankets and drinking crazy amounts of tea.
At the end of the month I sat down and made a list of goals I want to accomplish over the next month. I set up a couple challenges for myself and even plotted out a couple of outings for myself that involved indoor activities so I don’t have to freeze to death. Day one was off to a good start. I completed all the errands I had set out for myself to do and went to meet up with some new friends for coffee. Come evening time I was feeling a little drained but passed it off as just being tired from a long day of activity. I went to be early to sleep it off.
I awoke this morning feeling like I got run over by the KTX (the bullet train here in Korea). All the desire to do things but my body having other plans. So here I am, sick and stuck at home whether I want to be or not. I’m really not winning at this active life thing here at all.