September books: 0/7
Hey-ho, squiders! Hope you’re doing well.
I’m feeling pretty darn good. Like…September rolled in, and all my goals were suddenly achievable again.
Which is ridiculous, because literally nothing has changed except the label on the calendar. I’m still working two jobs and have all the other life things going on that have been causing me stress.
I believe we’ve talked before about how time is arbitrary, and about how there’s really no reason to put any sort of stock in starting new projects or new things in a new year, or a new month, or even a new week (hence why so many resolutions fail).
So there’s no reason to be suddenly optimistic. Yet, the hope remains, that we shall get on top of things and be productive once more.
Maybe we’re getting used to the chaos? So the overwhelm isn’t quite so bad and everything feels calmer, even if it’s not.
I’ve once again laid out my goals for the month. Mostly these are the same from month to month–some number of books to read, a couple of Steam games that I will probably not play in favor of some other game instead, some writing goals, some life goals.
The way these typically go is I fixate on a couple of them, then occasionally remember the rest exist and try to stuff those in for a few days (with varying success), and then forget and go back to whatever I was fixating on again.
Again, no reason to suspect that this month will go any differently than the last three.
And yet…maybe it will?
It can’t hurt to hope.
See you later, squiders!
