We’re at the end of the first full week of the year. We made it through despite dreaded January coughs and colds and seemingly never-ending fog and darkness, and yet I find myself feeling disappointed. I had great plans to take so many pictures, write loads and have published a post on here every day, as well as overhaul my house and wardrobe, giving everything a good sort out and a good clean, but alas, things didn’t work out quite how I’d planned. I sit writing this amongst the same house I ended the year with, marginally frustrated that it hasn’t magically tidied itself into a magazine worthy minimalist paradise.
I think at this time of year it can be easy to slip into a rut where you feel as though you’re stuck. It feels like you’re making no progress, especially with the weather being so damp and dark. I often think the first few weeks of the year are the hardest. Our social media feeds are filled with people sharing and shouting about their successes, which frustratingly, has a strange habit of making your own achievements feel smaller. I don’t, however, think they should stop shouting. I think that really, we should all be shouting, or at least openly embracing our success, no matter how small. If you’re a quiet soul, try whispering them, or even writing a list.
Every little success should be celebrated, as it’s part of something larger. Every little building block you can put in place, is pushing you further towards your goal. Even the smallest achievements matter, and should be celebrated, as it means you’re making progress. I wrote myself out a little note to remind me of the above quote, as it really is worth remembering that Rome wasn’t built in a day. These things take time!
I find writing things down definitely helps. I listed everything I’d done this past week, and despite not achieving all that I’d hoped, I have however sorted three bags of clothes and various bits and pieces to take to a charity shop, and two more for recycling. I completed my tax return, and finally threw out the two carrier bags of old supermarket receipts I’d been hoarding ‘just in case’. I completed my first proper week back at work in the real world after two weeks off. I’ve finally nearly got over the cold that’s been plaguing me since boxing day, and I did a proper food shop. I’ve gone a full week without any wine, cheese or chocolate, something that I think deserves a pat on the back. After reading back my list, I realised that my week was far more successful than I initially though, and despite thinking I was at a standstill, I have in fact made some progress.
If you’re also feeling a little stuck in the January rut, take a moment to write down everything you’ve done this week, even the little things. Tiny steps lead to bigger ones, and it’s all progress, no matter how small.