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My year of "Keep calm & carry on"

I'm sitting here in this new navy blue dress that I absolutely didn't need but bought anyway. I really liked it & it covers my ginormous thighs quite perfectly. It was in a way my farewell to clothes shopping as I transition into this new phase of my existence. 

As all great life stories go, it all started with a sleepless night drenched with a tremendous amount of overthinking, reflecting and self-analysing at what could at best be estimated as 60% of my normal cognitive capacity. I was depressed, exhausted and totally panicking. 

Of course, I didn't decide to transition into this new phase of my existence based on 60% brain activity. Even at 60% I'm pretty damn logical. 

I finally got the fuck into sleep. Woke up the next day. Ran to the bus stop. Messaged No. 6 and ran my plan past her. She's far more logical with my shit show of a life, as we all are. We agreed on a revised draft of the plan & it's being actioned starting... as usual... this Monday!

I'll set goals and keep a record of my progress here. Because let's face it, I don't have any readers but 6 & don't have to worry about anyone's opinion, so I write whatever the fuck I want.

I'm reducing my weekly hours at work & allocating 3 days a week to my personal project: a year of compact upskilling.  I have this spreadsheet I made to track writing my thesis, with all the encouraging graphs and all. I'm reusing that. 

To cut costs & practice self-discipline, I'm not buying any clothes, shoes or bags for 7 months, that's December 10th. Just in time for sales.

The objective is not getting a promotion or saving the planet. There's one goal: to regain faith in myself. The rest is side effect. 

It won't be like other times: the diets, the weekly plans to study the Building Code, the running plan, the sugar-free months. It will be robust. & 6 will keep an eye on me.

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Sudi said…
سوال اول٬ دوم لباس آبی! سوال دوم ...من اول این رو خوندم بعد رفتم قبلی خوندم... کاش یکیشون کرده بودی..

خیلی برام جالب که توش از پس انداز کردن نوشتی...اینکه همیشه یک گوشه ای از مغزت نگران یک اتفاق...اینکه همیشه یک نگرانی مالی داری... نمیدونم چرا فکر میکنم کاش انرژي این نگرانی جای دیگه میگذاشتی
برای کم کردن یک ۸ ساعت از کارت قعطا بی پول نخواهی شد... کارگر روز مزد نیستی که...خلاصه که این تحلیل من بود
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