I own twenty-seven planners. I have finished zero.
I've joined gyms in four different decades. I've downloaded and deleted the same meditation app seven times. There's kale in my refrigerator that's been there so long it's developed a personality. And every single January, I announce that THIS is the year everything changes.
It never does. And yet, I keep trying.
Welcome to "I'm Definitely Getting My Life Together"—a hilariously honest look at the gap between who we want to be and who we actually are (the person eating chips while watching YouTube videos about morning routines at 11 PM).
In this laugh-out-loud guide to failing at self-improvement, Janet chronicles thirty years of optimistic attempts and spectacular abandonment. From the Franklin Planner era of the 1990s to the bullet journal obsession of the 2020s. From SlimFast shakes to Whole30 disasters. From Jazzercise leotards (we don't talk about those) to unused Peloton bikes.
Inside you'll find:
Plus: Self-Improvement Bingo, a quiz to discover your self-improver personality type, a financial autopsy totaling thirty years of aspirational purchases ($27,780—don't do this math), discussion questions for book clubs, and a certificate of participation you can frame and hang next to the vision board you forgot about.
Featuring unhelpful commentary throughout from Steve, Janet's long-suffering husband who maintains that she doesn't need to improve at all (but she doesn't believe him because her brain is mean to her).
This book won't help you get your life together. But it will help you realize that nobody has it together—not the Instagram people with the perfect pantries, not the 5 AM people with the green smoothies, not even the productivity gurus with the color-coded calendars.
The trying is the point. The hoping. The believing you can be better, even when you're exactly who you've always been.
That's not failure. That's being human.
Perfect for anyone who has ever bought a gym membership in January, made a vision board they forgot by February, or googled "how to become a morning person" at midnight.
Book 5 in the beloved humor series. No kale was harmed in the making of this book—mostly because the author never actually ate it.