Hey, all! I know it’s been a little while since I’ve had anything new for you. I’m going through a period of self-improvement and self-discovery, and I thought I’d share that with you.
I’m turning 30 in July, and I had a kind of sad realization the other day: I still have no idea what I’m passionate about. I went to a “Create the Life You Want” workshop a few weeks ago, and I left feeling inspired. A few weeks later, and here I am, having no idea what my “dream life” looks like. Sure, I want to be happy, but I have no specifics.
I’m trying to work on improving this blog as well as my Avon business, but I’ve been unmotivated to do either. The weather has been gloomy for the last few weeks, and my mental health hasn’t been so great because of it. My husband being unemployed as well doesn’t help. My anxiety about money has been through the roof, and while it usually helps to focus on these other things, I haven’t even wanted to try. I keep thinking that I’m wasting time/money on things that are supposed to be MAKING me money. So, I’m going to try a new approach to these things.
I’ve been into the whole “bullet journal” thing for a little while now, and one thing that always intrigued me was these colorful spreads people had about their “Level 10” lives. So of course, I immediately took to Google to figure out WTF that was. This, in turn, brought me to a book called the Miracle Morning by Hal Elrod. Basically, he says when you rate areas of your life on a scale of 1-10, we all strive to be a 10. I mean, who the hell wants to be dissatisfied with their life? The idea of the Level 10 life is to rate 10 areas of your life on a scale of 1-10 and to come up with attainable goals/steps in order to get to a 10 in every area. I highly recommend reading the book (I borrowed it from the Amazon lender’s library, but you could probably find it at your library or any bookstore, should you feel inclined to purchase it).
I’ll admit I’m a little apprehensive about having to keep myself accountable, but I’m staying positive. In fact, I had a bit of an epiphany this morning when my toddler told me “I can’t pull up my pants,” to which I responded, “I don’t like the word ‘can’t’.” A light bulb went off big time: if I won’t accept “I can’t” from my two-year-old, WHY THE FUCK am I accepting it from my inner monologue???
I’ll check back in a few weeks to let you know how it’s going. In my next post, I’m going to tell you about the Miracle Morning routine and what I plan to incorporate in mine.
As usual, thank you so much for reading. Until next time!