[January] Goals? Maybe.

Isdis wasn't quite sure what new goals she wanted to go for. Her fingers taped against her desk. She had to make a goal of something. Her eyes flicked to stare at the ceiling. She clicked her pen open then closed, multiple times. 

Eventually she wrote down. 'Make more clothes rather than buying them (i know its hard!!), add more things to your collection.' 

She hummed softly. Oh yeah she loved her collection, it wasn't just one thing, there were multiple things. She liked collecting flowers and old kitchen sets. Of course most of the teapot sets that she had she gave to Miles. She adored watching his face light up when he got a new one. He was cute. She smiled to herself and then took the paper and pinned it to her wall. 

"You can do it." Isdis whispered to herself. "New year, new goals." 

She got up from her desk and walked away from it, and headed into another room in her house. She might as well try to start on her goals. 

She flipped on the light and looked at the rows of fabrics, then her eyes landed on the drawing desk where there was a half done drawing of an outfit she needed and couldn't quite find it in stores. Shifting she walked over to the desk to stare at the paper. 

Sitting she grabbed a pencil and started to refine the sketch, eventually moving to lay out a pattern. Until she got distracted scrolling through her phone, scanning every product someone had. They were all so cute. Eventually she leaned against her desk and muttered softly; 'no, no, there's a crack in them, no no, maybe?' She clicked her tongue softly and added it to her cart. So many items, so many colors. 

Maybe an hour went by before she zoned back in and stared at the patterns she was drawing. "Of course I would." She let out a huffy breath, she swiftly stood up from her desk and headed back into her room and to her new year goals. 

She snatched up a pencil and wrote underneath her short list: 'stop getting distracted! Focus!' 

She could try but she knew that she was the absolute queen of getting distracted. She clicked her tongue softly before shifting and headed out of her room. She needed a nice cup of tea, she deserved a break! After all she did finish the sketch of the outfit she wanted to make, and that! That was progress!