I have goals. They are not the normal ones that people set for themselves. My goals are always lofty, mostly out of reach and convoluted with details. If I emptied the lot of them it would take a fleet of U-hauls and entire storage facilities to contain them. Most people aspire to get a set number of things accomplished in a matter of time that is achievable and sensible. Not me. For instance, I want to be a minimalist, tomorrow. I want to lose 50 lbs this month. I want to develop a new routine overnight, implement it tomorrow, and have it work right away.
All of those are fabulous life changes with positive results. However, as for the timeline, there are not more than twenty-four hours in one day. I considered hiring a life coach for a while but then that added one more goal to the mix. I bought an expanded planner, but essentially I have nothing to put into it because my inundated brain refuses to work anymore and won’t schedule anything. I did lose weight though, 65 lbs this past year. I found ten of it last month. My only conclusion for finishing one goal of many is that at the time it was the only thing I had going on. I didn’t have twenty other marks to hit.
At fifty-three I don’t have the luxury of time to create an entirely new person before I die. So doing one thing at a time is not going to work. If I would stop spending less time creating spreadsheets and schedules in my office chair, and more time implementing the new processes would fall into place. For example, I could begin my minimal journey if I would move things to the sorting area. I could develop that new routine if I actually followed the steps I laid out. I could lose more weight if I stopped munching on snacks while jotting down notes. There are also classes I want to take but I have to register first. Maybe that life coach isn’t such a bad idea if I could remember to call and make the appointment.