The 6-Month Plan: A Two-Month Check-In

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A little over two months ago, I posted my 6-month plan. (click me!)

It is now June 6th, which means it has been a little over two months since I sat down, wrote out the things I wanted to work on, and very publicly declared that I was going to try to get my shit together in a few specific areas.

So naturally, it feels like a good time to check in.

Not in a “look at me, I completed everything perfectly and now I wake up at 5am to drink lemon water and journal under the sunrise” kind of way. Absolutely not. That version of me does not exist, and if she ever does, please check if I’ve been replaced by a very ambitious raccoon in a skincare headband.

This is more of a realistic check-in. A “here’s what’s working, here’s what’s kind of working, and here’s what is fully sitting in the corner avoiding eye contact” kind of update.

Because that’s the thing about making plans. It feels really clean when you’re writing it down.

Everything looks possible on paper. You can make categories, set goals, imagine the version of yourself who simply follows through because she decided to

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Then real life shows up with work, ADHD, exhaustion, time blindness, laundry, money, dental appointments, random emotional side quests, and the deeply inconvenient fact that discipline is not a personality trait you can just download overnight.

So here’s where we’re at:

Instagram has actually been going better than I expected. Not perfect, obviously, because I am still me, but better. I’ve been posting a little more consistently lately, and more importantly, it doesn’t feel like every post is just “new blog post,” “go read my new blog post,” “hey did you know there’s a new blog post?”

Which, to be fair, there usually is a new blog post. But still. Nobody wants to follow an account that feels like a tiny billboard with Wi-Fi.

I’ve been trying to post more like the millennial I am. Less curated, less polished to death, less “everything must have a strategy and a matching font.” I miss the days where people just uploaded their photo libraries like a giant dump and called it a day.

Give me messy little life updates.

Give me the Photobucket energy.

Give me the “here’s my life, I don’t know, enjoy” era back.

Everything online feels so curated now that posting casually almost feels rebellious.

And honestly, I think that’s the version of social media I actually want to lean into. Not ugly, not careless, but real. Life updates, little moments, random thoughts, actual evidence that a person exists behind the blog. I don’t want my platforms to only feel like announcement boards. I want them to feel lived in.

So Instagram gets a tentative little gold star. Not the big shiny one, but definitely one of those stickers a teacher gives you when you’re clearly trying.

The book is a mixed bag.

The good news is I have five chapters completed in the draft so far, which is not nothing. Actually, it’s pretty damn good. At the two-month-ish mark, I’m around halfway to the halfway point, and considering how hard it can be to sit down and pull an entire fictional world out of your brain with nothing but vibes and stubbornness, I’m counting that as progress.

Five chapters is real. That exists. Those pages are not theoretical anymore.

The so-so news is that it has kind of come to a standstill again.

Not because I don’t care about it. Not because I don’t want to write it. I do. I really do. But wanting to write and actually getting your brain to cooperate long enough to write are two very different beasts, and one of them is apparently feral.

The hard part is not always sitting down. Sometimes I can make myself sit down. The harder part is concentrating once I’m there. Getting into the right headspace, blocking out everything else, staying with the story long enough for it to actually move forward instead of staring at the document like it personally wronged me.

That’s where discipline gets tricky with ADHD. It’s not just “make time.” It’s making time and then having the brain power to use that time the way you meant to. Which sounds simple unless your brain is a browser with 67 tabs open, three of them playing music, and none of them labeled.

Still, five chapters is five chapters. I’m trying not to let the stall erase the progress.

Now the gym.

HAHAHAHAHA.

That’s the update.

No, but seriously, the gym is the thing hanging over my head the most right now. It’s the one category where I know exactly what I need to do, I know I’ll probably feel better once I do it, and yet somehow it has turned into this massive mental hurdle.

The annoying part is, I know once I go once, it will probably get easier. That’s usually how it works. The hardest part is the first push. Getting dressed, getting there, walking in, remembering that everyone is too busy fighting their own reflection to care what I’m doing.

But knowing that and doing it are, unfortunately, not the same thing.

Time management is the beast here. Especially with ADHD. It’s not just about having time, it’s about knowing where the time went, realizing you still have enough of it, and then using it before your brain decides the day is basically over because it’s somehow already 3pm.

So the gym is not thriving right now. The gym is in witness protection. But it’s not dead. I’m still aware of it. Painfully aware, actually. It’s just going to need a smaller starting point than whatever imaginary gym girl version of myself I thought might emerge by now.

Skincare, though, is actually rolling.

It didn’t really pick up until about a week ago, give or take, but I’ve gotten nearly a full week of skincare done so far. And for me, that counts. I know some people can just casually do a full morning and night routine every day like they were born holding toner and SPF, but I am not those people.

For me, consistency has to build slowly. It has to become familiar before it becomes automatic. And right now, I’m in that early stage where it still feels like an active choice, but at least I’m making the choice.

That feels good.

It’s a small thing, but small things are kind of the whole point. A week of skincare does not sound revolutionary, but it is still a week of showing up for myself in a way I said I wanted to. That matters.

So, two months into the 6-month plan, I’m not exactly where I imagined I’d be, but I’m also not nowhere.

Instagram is becoming more human.

The book has five chapters drafted.

The gym is currently a jump scare.

Skincare is finally gaining some momentum.

That feels like a very honest snapshot of where I’m at.

And maybe that’s what I needed this check-in to be. Not proof that I’m succeeding at everything, but proof that I’m still paying attention. That the plan didn’t disappear just because I didn’t follow it perfectly. That progress can look uneven and still be real.

I think that’s the part I have to keep reminding myself of. The point of the 6-month plan was never to become a completely different person overnight. It was to give myself direction. Something to come back to when life starts feeling blurry and I realize another month has passed while I was busy trying to remember what day it is.

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So here I am, coming back to it.

A little behind in some places. Surprisingly okay in others. Still trying.

And honestly, that counts.

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Progress doesn’t always look like being ahead. Sometimes it just looks like noticing where you are and deciding you’re not done trying.

Talk soon, Kas ☕🌿