I was never one for goal setting. I remember in school teachers talking about going home and committing X number of hours to homework a night. I think goal setting was supposed to be really fulfilling for when you met those goals. But most of the time I was like just because I have a goal doesn’t make me want to do my homework anymore than if I didn’t… And whether or not I hit them I was a firm believer in the phrase “close enough!” It’s the same with cleaning – If I commit 20 minutes to cleaning my bathroom… I’m still going to watch the clock the whole time and probably quit somewhere around minute 8. Or at work when your boss wants to discuss your quarterly goals… I don’t know I want to keep getting paid and eventually find a better job… And working out… “ONE MORE!” No – I didn’t want to do the last 9, I definitely don’t want to do one more. I had a goal to be a pop-star when I was a pre-teen. If I had met that goal I bet I would have been pretty darn excited. But I didn’t and I guess as a result I’ll never recover… That’s a loss for all of us, let me tell you…
So, as you can imagine, last week when I set a goal of posting a number of different topics over the course of the week, I watched the days pass by and kept thinking “I’ll have time tomorrow” and it never happened. To make matters worse, most of the time my phone isn’t accessible, so I’ve lost a lot of my deep and meaningful thoughts that could have been blog posts.
But it’s all okay. I’m super busy and I started a blog when I was super bored. Don’t get me wrong – I love The Young and Retired and plan to keep it up until I’m 6 feet under and my fingers fall off (I figure by that point we’ll be communicating virtually with the dead?) but what is fun is that I also love what has been keeping me so busy. I miss Darcy so much during the day, I wish I had more time to overthink my thoughts to the internet, and sleep deprivation has never been quite so prevalent.
I am as poor as I was when I graduated college and I can’t remember what the bottom of my laundry basket looks like. But I’m so happy. I haven’t been this happy since the last time I was this poor. And what is poor anyway? Just a matter of having money? I can pay my bills, I can go out with my friends, and maybe I’ll set some new “goals” about funding my next European vacation. But I think I was really poor back when I had a steady income and an awful commute and spent time around worthless people and wore out the snooze button on my alarm clock.
In the last couple of weeks, I’ve felt excited to start my days. I’m meeting new people every hour and a half, I don’t take for granted days off, I don’t dread the week ahead of me. So many of my anxieties have leveled out – I am ready to make plans for the future. It’s amazing what a lifestyle change can do for you – especially a scary one where you leave what you thought you were supposed to do forever.
Preach Tay! It’s all a matter of perspective!
Maybe without realizing it, my whole “goal” for leaving my job is where I am now. I don’t plan on doing this forever, but it’s exactly what I need for the time being. Let me reiterate- I’m really happy. It’s a nonconventional lifestyle to say the least, but it’s exciting and fun and instantly gratifying. And I still have a pretty great blog at the same time!
There is more to come on the topics listed before, I promise. Just stay tuned!