Half a sock, part-way up

Last week I decided I needed to pull my socks up. Try harder. Be more disciplined. Little steps. Etcetera etcetera. 

You know where this is going, don't you?

I made a list. (of course I did. that's - like - practically doing it, right?). Not only did I write a list, I made a system where I can check things off ! How could this possibly fail? It's even got a theme (bonus points!). It's my 10 things list. It goes like this:

In a week I will aim to complete 4 trombone practices, 3 runs, 2 non-drinking days, 1 online course chapter.

Last week I scored 5. It was harder than it looked.

This week so far I've scored 2 and frankly, my friends, between you and me, unless all of my paid work requirements magically vanish tomorrow and the house finally figures out how to clean itself, I'll be lucky to match last week.

And this doesn't seem like that high a bar. Maybe I need to get up earlier.

On the other hand, I knit a pair of mittens, met a friend for a celebratory drink, cooked some mighty fine food, and generally had a lovely week. 

Ah balance - why is it so difficult? How far do you push? Where do you pull? How much is enough?

I saw this which seems to sum it up:

        I'm torn between two thoughts:

        1/ Eat the mac and cheese! Life is short!

        2/ Life will be bloody short if all you eat is mac and cheese!