January.
That temporal dumpster fire that felt like it lasted approximately 74 years while simultaneously disappearing faster than my will to wear pants.
Let’s be honest…
January was rougher than gas station coffee. It came in hot with its “new year, new me” propaganda, then proceeded to throw more plot twists.
February is our redemption arc.
January was the tutorial level. The warm-up act. The coffee before the coffee. Now we’re entering what I like to call “The Reality Check Reality Show”
Where we either double down on our goals or admit we’ve been lying to ourselves harder than when we say “just one more chapter” at 3 AM.
More writing
Less procrastination
Increased caffeine efficiency
Decreased time spent watching squirrels plot against me
January Goals: Finish the novel, get fit, achieve yoda-like enlightenment
February Goals: Write SOMETHING, don’t die, keep plants alive (ish)
Every day is a new chance to write
Every word count is a middle finger to resistance
Every cup of coffee is fuel for the revolution
Every squirrel is still suspicious
Stephen Walker
P.S. Yes, I wrote this without pants while planning February’s creative assault.
P.P.S. January was just the practice run. February is where we start playing for keeps.
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