Once, I set a goal to write 10,000 words in one weekend. I stocked up on snacks, made a playlist, lit a productivity candle, and declared myself unstoppable. Two hours in, I was deep into alphabetizing my bookshelf, halfway through a bag of trail mix, and had written exactly 147 words—two of which were "help me."
That weekend flopped, but it taught me something: goals don’t work unless they actually work for you.
So, this isn’t about being perfect. It’s about staying focused, staying human, and...