Chapter 1: The Paradox of Good Intentions

While my intentions are always positive, the outcomes don’t always align with my expectations.

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I pride myself on my good intentions. In fact, I dedicate considerable effort to nurturing them and hope to realize their intended outcomes. I have a solid understanding of the steps I should take to transform myself into the ideal person I aspire to be. However, good intentions and effective practices don’t always coordinate as I’d like.

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To support my ambitions, I often rely on various tools. Whether it’s fitness trackers, apps to track my wine consumption (a remnant of my attempts at Dry January), dietary monitoring applications, or even a notepad I keep handy for jotting down ideas while I’m out, I do my best to stay organized.

I’m not above borrowing my husband’s iPhone to send myself an important email if my own devices are unavailable. I maintain a whiteboard in my exercise space to log my time spent on the spin bike or yoga mat, data that’s also recorded on my fitness tracker and Apple Watch.

I keep a collection of recipes I plan to try someday, though they rarely end up on my table. This collection also lives in my digital devices. Each week, I mentally prepare for the tasks I aim to accomplish, convinced that I can complete everything I didn’t manage in previous weeks.

One might assume that all this tracking is empowering. After all, I’m aware of my goals and seemingly have a roadmap to achieve them. Yet, what should be my greatest ally often feels more like a nagging adversary, highlighting every misstep or outright failure.

My wine tracking app has remained untouched for days, fulfilling its purpose by revealing just how much I consume. Facing this reality can be disheartening, especially after a vacation where indulgence was the norm. Perhaps I’ll revisit this issue when I’m ready to confront it.

Life has a peculiar way of derailing even the best intentions. Just when I believe I’m making strides in my fitness journey, my fitness tracker, Apple Watch, and whiteboard remind me of the gaps in my progress. The excuses I create seem justified at the moment—time spent with loved ones, daily responsibilities, medical appointments, or simply wanting to avoid accountability to devices.

The list of excuses can be extensive and rather flimsy. With all the insights from my tracking tools, I often find myself feeling disappointed. When I do manage to achieve a goal, I tend to sabotage myself by immediately setting an even higher target, increasing the likelihood of future failure.

Is striving for more truly my ultimate aim? My years in the corporate world have ingrained in me the belief that tracking every detail is essential for progress. If you can’t measure it, did it truly occur?

Should I then discard my various tools for monitoring good intentions? Probably not. They can serve a beneficial purpose if utilized correctly—for my benefit rather than merely to create an ever-growing chart of progress. Perhaps it’s time to develop a new system to assess the effectiveness of my good intentions.

If you found this reflection engaging, you might enjoy exploring more of my insights on living a rich, fulfilling life.

Chapter 2: The Humorous Side of Good Intentions

In this amusing video titled "I Glued My Balls to My Butthole Again - Sticky Sweethearts | Obscurest Vinyl | REACTION," we explore the comical missteps that can occur when good intentions go awry.

The second video, "I Glued My Balls to My Butthole Again - The Sticky Sweethearts Obscurest Vinyl - YouTube," highlights the unexpected outcomes that can arise from well-meaning actions.