My next January goals included: read scriptures, exercise, having a morning planning session, getting up at 7:00 am, which would, of course, be facilitated by the final goal of going to bed by 11:30 pm.
The results were mixed. I had streaks of reading my scriptures everyday followed by streaks of not getting it done. I learned that it's really painful to get up at 7:00 especially on the days I was going to bed after 11:30. For me, I need a minimum of 7.5 hours of sleep. But I do much better on 8 hours. Consistently depriving myself of needed sleep has been very ineffective.
Toward the end of the month, Wendell learned that he has Type 2 Diabetes. It wasn't welcome news. But as Wendell's morning schedule changed to include consistent exercise, it threw my mornings for a loop and I was scrambling to get traction in my morning activities again.
Meanwhile, I was really struggling to check the going-to-bed box because I couldn't figure out what "counted." Did I have to be asleep by 11:30? What if I had prayers said, teeth brushed, contacts out and I was lying in bed? What if I was just in the bedroom and Wendell and I were talking? I honestly couldn't figure out when I could check the box and when I couldn't. And Wendell and I often had different opinions about it.
"Oh, look!" I said one night as I put on my PJs. "It's 11:25, I've made my goal!"
"You're not even in bed," Wendell countered. "You still have contacts in, you have to brush your teeth... This is totally not going to bed by 11:30. It might be 11:45 before you're actually done."
By the 20th of January I wasn't tracking anything, which meant that except for my new habit of kneeling to pray, I was not accomplishing any of my goals.
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