One year of action
And now I interrupt regular programming for a little musing on goal setting and the new year...
You said this would be your year, croons Hopium, but you fucked around, now December's here. You must be one of the dreamers.
Somewhere in youth culture's emphasis on the pursuit of happiness, discipline has been lost. And in October 2013, I had to make a choice: enjoy the comfort of a life familiar, or climb the harsh and lonely terrain that one must pass through to achieve any level of success. Many tears and sleepless nights later, I chose the latter.
October 26, 2013 marked a windy, chilly Friday in Fort Collins, Colorado - the kind in which locals savour mugs of apple juice, warmed on the stove with a dash of nutmeg and cinnamon. It also marked my first day as Colorado's newest resident, and the beginning of my new year. I had ripped myself apart from Adelaide and marched toward my teenage dreams, not least of which was living in Colorado.
But that was only one of my goals for the year. The 365 days between October 29, 2013, and October 29, 2014 would mark my year of un-procrastination. I would do all of the things I had been meaning to do for years: getting my motorcycle licence, playing footy, running a race of a respectable length, climbing a North American mountain, taking video production a little more seriously, and learning to DJ. I set measurable metrics, like achieving at least one half marathon, climbing a mountain at least 14,000 feet tall, and making at least five short videos and two mixes.
In retrospect, they sound like such silly things for which to aim. But it wasn't so much the destination that was important as the discipline it took to get there. I hadn't run more than 5 kilometres in years before January. I had never played football. My knowledge in video production and DJing was comparable to that of your uncle Bruce who lives in Wagga.
But discipline is an animal of momentum, and if you have consistency at the beginning in any area of your life, its effects quickly spill into the most isolated corners of your being. Running made me a kinder person. Shooting videos made me more creative at work. Riding a motorcycle made me brave. Achieving everything I'd set out to do with weeks to spare is making me push myself even harder. (Especially since I was homeless for a quarter of the year.)
Now that I'm coming to the end of my year of un-procrastination, I'm thinking about where to go from here. Have you thought about your goals for the coming season? Please share - I'd love to hear your tips.