It was many years ago, about a year
after I finished college at good old Metro State, that I found myself
far from home and far from myself. Perhaps not far from myself but
certainly far from whom I thought I wanted to be. I was in a
coffeehouse in Northwest Portland on a cool rainy day in February. At
the time I was a suit and all I wanted to be was a Bohemian. The
coffee tasted dark and burnt and afternoon rich.
I was not where I was supposed to be. I
was supposed to be some miles off in one of three small towns
southwest of Portland. I was still wearing my suit and tie at the
time of this story. I was just in a quiet nook of the coffeehouse
leaning over my notebook.
In my years working the “real” job,
I learned a few things. I learned about budgeting my time and setting
goals. These are skills that I think everyone should know, should
employ and should perfect. Balancing my time, at least in this
scenario meant that I needed to split my time between the long term
tasks set against the small easily attainable parts. And the goals?
Well, many of them were set for me. I had to perform or would not
have work.
Needless to say, I did not like this
job, I did not like the lifestyle. I did not like that my work took
up so much of my time and all of my energy. As I said, I wanted to be
a Bohemian and not a young executive.
When I did leave that world behind,
nearly twenty years ago, I never looked back. I also never harbored a
single regret about it either. And to be completely honest it took a
great many years to put the part of my life into perspective and to
gain an understanding of what I learned.
The most important thing I learned, I
suppose, is to balance work load and overlay balance on goals. I also
learned that there are goals, there are easily achieved goals, and
this may feel good to cross off a list, but they do not advance self
development.
Then there are the reasonable goals.
These are goals that take persistence and patience when working.
These are the sorts of goals that can be completed but they need
attention. I think for me this blog is a great example of this sort
of reasonable goal. I wanted to keep and maintain a blog at a once a
week frequency. Not difficult to do, it just needs persistence.
Then there are the impossible goals.
This is where I like to spend my time. For me, an impossible goal
means something like I'll write half a million words in a single
year. That comes to about 1,400 words each and every day for a year.
I guess that does seem all that impossible, but just try it.
It may not have been 500,000 words this
year, but I set my goals pretty high. I guess I've always figured
that if I'm going to set myself to a task, it's best to work.
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