Man, so for a while there, I was just kind of floating. You know that feeling? Like you’re in a boat without oars, just drifting wherever the current takes you. It wasn’t bad all the time, but it wasn’t good either. Just… meh. I felt like my head was full of cotton, couldn’t really latch onto any good ideas, and when I did, they’d just slip away. My workspace, my thoughts, even my fridge, everything was just a mess, a big old jumble. Creativity felt like a distant memory, and honestly, even just figuring out what to eat for dinner felt like a Herculean task.
I woke up one morning, and it just hit me. This can’t go on. I don’t know if it was the calendar, or just something in the air, but I decided that month, this month, was going to be different. I sort of unofficially dubbed it my “Pisces Monthly” phase, not because I’m an astrologer or anything, but because it felt like a time for deep dives, for sorting through the murky waters inside my head. I wasn’t looking for grand revelations, just a way to stop feeling so damn scattered. I just wanted to get my shit together, plain and simple.
Getting Started: My First Steps Into The Mess
First thing I picked was journaling. I mean, I’d always tried it here and there, but this time I committed. I grabbed a cheap notebook and a pen and just started writing. Every morning, before anything else, I’d scribble down whatever was rattling around in my brain. No rules, no judgment, just get it out. Sometimes it was nonsense, sometimes it was a rant about traffic, other times it actually started pulling out some real feelings. I started tracking my moods too, not in a fancy chart, just a quick smiley or frowny face next to the date. Simple stuff, but it made me actually look at how I felt.
Then I decided to tackle the creative void. I told myself, every single day, for at least thirty minutes, I was going to do something creative. It didn’t matter what. Some days, it was just doodling in that same notebook. Other days, I’d mess around with some old paint, or try to pluck out a tune on a dusty guitar. There was no pressure for it to be good, or even finished. The goal was just to do it. To show up. That was a big shift for me, because usually, I’d wait for inspiration to strike, and man, was inspiration playing hard to get back then.
My physical space was next on the chopping block. My desk, my bookshelf, even just the floor around my bed – everything was piled high with stuff I didn’t need. I started small. One drawer a day. I pulled everything out, sorted what I actually used or loved, and tossed the rest. Or donated it. Whatever. Just get rid of it. It felt like I was clearing out my head at the same time. Really weird how that works. If my space was cluttered, my thoughts were cluttered. Simple as that.
I also tried to get outside more. Even if it was just a ten-minute walk around the block. Fresh air, seeing some trees, feeling the sun on my face. Nothing fancy. Just a little escape from the four walls and the screen. And speaking of screens, I slapped myself with a strict rule: no screens after 9 PM. My phone went into a drawer, my laptop got shut down. I’d grab a book, or just sit there with a cup of tea. It was tough, let me tell you. Those first few nights, I felt restless as hell. My fingers just wanted to scroll.
Hitting Snags and Making Moves
Of course, it wasn’t all smooth sailing. Some days, that journal felt like a torture device. I’d stare at the blank page, nothing coming out. So, I changed it up. Instead of writing, I’d just draw a picture that summed up my mood. Or list five things I was grateful for, no matter how small. The point wasn’t perfection, it was consistency and flexibility. Gotta roll with the punches, right?
The creative stuff? Man, sometimes it felt like a chore. Like, really. I’d set my timer, sit down, and just stare at my materials. Zero juice. I realized I was putting too much pressure on it. So, I switched from “create something” to “play with something.” If I was drawing, I’d just scribble lines. If I was playing guitar, I’d just make noise. No expectation of a masterpiece, just messing around. That took a huge weight off, and surprisingly, the good ideas started creeping back in when I wasn’t looking for them.
Decluttering my space, that was a beast. I found so much old crap, so many sentimental things I was holding onto for no good reason. It was exhausting. I learned to just do a little bit at a time, and I adopted a “one thing in, one thing out” rule. If I bought a new shirt, an old one had to go. Simple math. It stopped the pile-up before it even started.
And the no-screens after 9 PM? That was probably the hardest. My phone felt like an extension of my hand. I actually had to start putting it in a different room. Physically removing it. Otherwise, my brain would trick me into just “checking one quick thing.” It was wild how addicted I was to that glowing rectangle.
What Stuck and What I Learned
After a month of pushing through, of experimenting, of failing and trying again, I started noticing some real changes. My journal started showing me patterns in my moods. I could see what triggered me, and what made me feel good. It was like I finally had a map of my own emotional landscape. My creative juices started flowing again, not in a torrent, but in a steady stream. I actually finished a few little projects, which felt like a massive win.
My space felt lighter, cleaner, and that somehow made my thoughts feel clearer too. It was like I could breathe easier, mentally. And those walks, those silent evenings without a screen? They helped me sleep better than I had in years. I woke up feeling more rested, more ready to actually do stuff, instead of just react to it.
So, what’s the deal then, the “tips inside” from my little “Pisces Monthly” adventure? Well, it’s not rocket science, just stuff I figured out by actually doing it. Consistency, even small bits of it, really adds up. Don’t wait for motivation, just start. The action will bring the motivation, usually. And listen to yourself; if something feels forced, just tweak it until it feels right for you. Don’t try to fit some perfect mold. Your physical space really does have a big impact on your mental space, so give it some love. And seriously, put the damn phone down sometimes. Your brain will thank you. It’s not about being perfect, it’s about showing up for yourself, day after day, and making small changes that actually stick. It changed a lot for me, just pushing through that month with intention.
