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Visions, Goals, Plans... Oh My

I'm a sucker.  And I've got an addictive personality.  And I rationalise and justify everything I do.  So, it's never a good idea for me to pick up a new hobby... aka addiction... unless it's truly good for me.

I picked up the capsule wardrobe thing... good.

I picked up the skincare/makeup thing... not so good ($$$).

I latched onto the no shampoo thing... good.

And now I'm onto the Kikki K thing... so NOT good.

I'm into it.  So so so into it.  My life can be soooo much better with the help of stationary and vision boards and stickers and pens and yep... workshops.

It's mid-year and I'm goal setting.  I've never been a believer in the New Year's Resolution movement, but mid-year goal setting... I'm all over that like a rash, baby.

I've "invested" in a planner so that I can live each day with purpose.



I've "invested" in a vision board so that I can keep motivated.



And I've attended a Goals Workshop so that I can figure out my purpose... what I need to plan my day around; what I need to keep motivated about.



But you know what?  I'm going for gold on this one.  I'm going to give it a real go.  And, despite what I've just typed out (with the derisive tone and all), I'm going to see if this works for me.

So I went to the workshop... and thanks Caroline and Kikki K... I got some nuggets.  Obvious to some, but nouveau riche for me.  I've seen the Ikea ad about rocks and pebbles and sand and I know how that also applies to time management, but I never really thought about the reverse... what would happen if I filled it with sand first?  Light bulb! (Well, not that a light bulb happens, but... you know what I mean.)

So I'm going to fill out my Goals journal.
I'm going to work on my Planner (although, so far, I've spent more time looking at it and decorating it and doing up my planner rather than doing my life!).
And I'm going to keep my vision board.

Let's see where I land with this one, eh?  I'll keep you posted.

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