So I set out these June Resolutions for myself. They were simple, really. You can read more about them here, but in a nutshell I was going to move more and be creative. Yeah, well, guess what? It’s not even half-way through the month and I’m already a long way from achieving this goal.

Lesson one: Goals to do something everyday suck are largely ineffective, because the first time you don’t do it there’s no way to redeem yourself, and little motivation to continue, since you’ve already messed up.

Lesson two: creativity can’t be mandated. Actions can be mandated, such as writing 1,000 words per day or sewing for one hour per day, but there’s no guarantee that the work you’re producing is any good. Of course it’s better than producing no work, and logically the more you do, the better you get, and the more idea will start coming to you. Still, it’s not a sure-fire way to create something jaw-dropping.

Lesson three: I don’t want to eat well right now. I just don’t. And a stupid little goal isn’t going to change that. I’m stubborn, and my brain will do what it wants to do, regardless of some little charade I’m trying to pull off. I can see right through myself.

Bonus Lesson: My resolve is currently weak. That doesn’t mean it always is, or always will be, but right now resolutions are not for me.