I’ve turned 2016 into an Adult Bubble Life.
I launched 2016 in a way different from any other.
Instead of identifying goals.
Instead of jotting down dreams.
I decided to identify feelings I wanted to experience in the upcoming 365 days.
At the time my choice felt both overly ambitious and entirely like a cop out.
I wondered if I could manipulate my environment such that I authentically felt the emotions I desired.
I wondered if I’d convince myself I experienced the feelings when, in actuality, I had not.
I wasn’t certain if Id taken the concept of setting myself up for success too far.
I hesitated, but committed as it seemed I had nothing to lose.
Even though at times the pain I knew was better than the pain I didn’t (AKA not achieving goals), I knew the worst case scenario left me back where I’d started.
It left me right where I was at that very moment.
And so I got to work.
And it was, for the most part, more challenging than I’d anticipated (which is saying something).
I revisited old passions and identified ones I wished Id not given up.
I don’t need no stinkin’ perfect.
Last week I stumbled upon this statistic:
Had I been so consumed by my path I’d failed to notice I’d nailed some of my goals?
Or had I focused so much on the
goal tree in front of me Id failed to create a forest?
I did what I preach never to do: I used the rear view mirror and examined the
past 180ish days.
And I smiled.
Whether I’d set myself up for easy success might be debatable, but the fact I’ve made significant progress toward my goal is not.
I’m doing this. I’m on my way. I’ll be the eight percent.
- Were you the 45%? Will you be the 8%?
- Halfway through 2016 are you where you’d hoped you’d be?