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.